7th of Oct, Sunday

I think I will always be the “高层”. Always living on the high floor I mean. Our house is on the forth floor; my dorm during my campus time is on the sixth, the highest of that building; my first rent house in GZ is on the eighth; and now, today, I move into a new let room, but on the ninth, the highest. Thus, I say I will always be among the top.

Finally, I’ve “transported” all my stall into the new room and arranged the room with a great success. It’s a hard work. Only with my hands, my arms, and my legs, I moved all the staff, especially the books into a new place. Imagine, only me, but from an eighth floor in one building to a ninth floor in another building. Though the buildings is not far away from each other—one thousand meters and then one bridge-crossing and then about five hundred, I guess. Even so, to carry my books to a new place, my hands are confronted with their biggest challeanges so far. I had divided the bunks into three parts, which each part was sent each time (though it turned out into four parts…). Each time I got into the room with a tunk in hand and a bag on back, put them down, I thought I was the most luckiest guy in the world. Though my fingers get red and they keep shaking…but these four transportations have taught me: when you get nothing heavy to carry, climing steps is enjoyable.

Anyway, I like this room. Clean and practical. There is a big window, a desk, a sofa, a bunk, a wardrobe and a toilet. When I got in the room in this morning and saw the morning sunshine pool into the room, I was and am contented; when I turned on the light in the toilet and found it had bright yellow lights, I was and am excieted; when I got down to the yar and found guys playing monitem, I was and am happy. This is the room I want.

Finally, I get a place that I will wanto to come back at night in GZ.