From Monday, I moved into a small office room alone for some reasons. It's an old office that has been empty for years. There are two desks, a sofa, and one small window covered with tree leaves. It's unbelievably quiet all day.
Actually, my teacher assigned us to take turns to stay in the office every day. It's not a good job so most of us are unwilling to do so. I am the first on Monday. Surprisingly, the moment I opened the door and found the small room dark in shadow and silent in the blank, I fell in love with it and asked for staying alone for the rest of the days.
Now I feel like a freelancer with a desk to work and a sofa to rest. The new environment like a small shell separated me from the common workflow. I hardly picked up my phone to check social media, because I am comfortable to be truly alone.
What's interesting is that I feel a strong desire to read and write. Reading is driven by the curiosity of the world, while writing is motivated by freedom. Lots of questions occurred in my mind, about life, study and future.