After finishing her last class of the day, Livia made her way to her small studio apartment with a mix of emotions swirling in her chest. This modest space, cramped and unadorned, had been her refuge for years. It wasn’t much, but it had been hers, a place she could retreat to, even if it was lonely. Now, though, the idea of leaving it behind filled her with both excitement and a touch of melancholy.
When she stepped inside, she looked around the room, realizing just how little she actually had. A bed, a small desk stacked with her books, a worn-out chair, and a few personal items tucked neatly away in drawers. Her entire life was condensed into this one room. She sighed softly, knowing it was time to pack. There was a twinge of embarrassment that hit her when she realized how little she
