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She won't lie.

She's going to miss living here. People might call her silly and childish to place such heavy sentiment towards a home. But there is nothing she can fault with this apartment. Neighbours are friendly and there are hardly ever any outrageous parties which would mean sleepless nights. The balcony overlooks Sydney and every morning its like she's been priviledged to be given a ticket to view the delightful exhibition of the world waking up. Sunsets are equally magnificent and you can never really feel sad in a place like this.

When she first saw her room in her new apartment, she rushed up to the blinds and threw them open only to be disappointed with the concrete walls of the adjacent apartment block next door. But she's always felt this inward connection with the sky since she was young and seeing the sky, whether its the clouds, the stars or a full moon, never fails to lift her mood. Even her name is a salute to the rising of the sun. The clouds of light pastel pink that one can see in the morning during a sunrise (Hiu Tung) struck her mother as a magnificent occurrence. And she wonders, maybe destiny can be found in a name.

What she loved the most, was being able to play guitar during humid summer nights on the balcony. At night, all you can see are hundreds of flourescent lights against the backdrop of summer sky. Every so often, an aeroplane would take flight and as she let her eyes follow its tail lights towards the blue, she would be totally mesmerised by how brightly the stars would shine. To her, with hersilly nightdress on and her arm clutching her overly big guitar, it felt like standing on the edge of the world, with the whole universe as her audience.

And in this state of complete awe and wonderment, she would play and sing.