At the first moment when I came into my new dorm,  I was disappointed. It was crowded double room, two tall comb beds filled up the room. Only a small space between bed was left for us to walk through. I have to pick the higher bed since my roommate arrived early. Anyway, I will live here for 9 month, the only thing I can do was to doctorate and  settle down. During the day time, I checked in with my RA, buy a bed sheet, a pillow, and a plastic drawer. I hanged my fur jacket in closet, arrange my shoes carefully. One of the reason is that my roommate got a huge shoes collection under her bed, which I have notice at the first day. She looks like a tidy person. I also sorted my sweaters and hoodies in the new drawer. The first night  I didn’t slept here. Second day I tryed to fill up my space with some sweet notes: the letter my grandmother wrote for me, photos with my family and my boy friend, my favorite fragrances. Now I feel like there’s more my personality in this space. It still, not a feeling of home, but it is more than a place now. It is a place for me to stay and live all alone.