Over time, I have come to realize that home is not just a place to live, it is also a diary of daily life. A year ago, with a yearning for a simple life, I moved into this 80-square-meter world. At that time, every corner revealed a simple yet modern atmosphere, and every piece of furniture was just right to fit into this small space.
However, life always surprises us inadvertently. In the past year, my little family has also quietly changed. The minimalist style that was originally pursued seems to be starting to deviate, because the traces of life gradually accumulate here. On the shelves, there are a few new novels that you can't put down, the corners are full of souvenirs brought back from your trips, and on the sofa, there are a few colorful pillows, which are the perfect companion for lazy afternoons.
There are more and more things, but each one carries my memories and emotions. They may make the space seem less "simple", but they make the home full of the warmth and reality of life. Now, whenever I open the door of my house, I am greeted by no longer cold silence, but vivid stories, the warmth and familiarity of day after day.
This is my home, an 80-square-meter nest that has witnessed my growth and accompanied me every day and night. There are no ornate decorations, no deliberate layouts, just casual and real traces of life. Every day, I weave my own story in this home, and slowly precipitate with time.
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