“Perfect now?” Patrick asks as I look around the room.

Besides for the bare walls I do like it. It’s not really anything like my old bedroom, but it feels like home, especially with my books surrounding me, even if they are packed in stacks on the floor on the one side of the room.

“Yeah… The walls look a little bit bare,” I answer. “But that doesn’t matter. It will come in time.”

They say time flies, but I had no idea how quickly six weeks would pass in the blink of an eye. Mister Watson swears it’s because I have been putting in every available minute into my...