Another Harvest Moon Festival came around.
I had moved out of my parents' home and rented a small place not far from the sea.
When the window screen broke, I didn't call anyone for help.
I crouched on the floor and studied it for 30 minutes before finally snapping the clip back into place.
The edge nicked my finger.
It wasn't serious.
I put my fingertip in my mouth and suddenly laughed.
Just one year earlier, I had barely known how to hold a screwdriver.
Now, with no one stepping in to do things for me, I could still learn them little by little.
After moving, I changed jobs.
When coworkers invited me to an exhibit on the weekend, I no longer worried that someone might suddenly need me. I didn't feel the need to check in with anyone about my plans either.
I got used to going to t
