킴아코's post

After sending off the dog I raised for 12 years, I am standing alone. I moved in with nothing but clothes and am filling it up one by one. It is a 1.5 room, so I want to live minimally, so it is simple. I want to decorate it neatly, so I am trying hard, but it is not easy. I also reformed the messy sink and assembled the furniture I ordered. Every moment of every day is hard because I think of him. But I am holding on to each day by keeping my mind focused. The empty space left by my dog, who was like my child, was so big. I thought it would never be filled no matter what I put in. But somehow I am living. I have to cheer up again today.