All this unused space in my bedroom. If i tear out the doors to my closet, my desk fits perfectly: My room is wide open now, and I have a nice little office nook. In the process I discovered what I might call a Cache of Hopeless Love. From my senior year onward, each major holiday netted me a nice little gift from someone special to me. It was never anything big, but always very thoughtful. An uneaten candygram, a photoshopped/MSPaint'd valentine card, a couple christmas cards and a mix cd I still listen to on a regular basis. It was nice to see how the tables have turned, and how valued this person really is. I should really show it more.