You don't have to stop to smell the flowers.

I have yet to muster up the courage to dig through the chaotic wreckage that is my parents' storage room to look for my bicycle. It'd take me days, if not weeks, to sort through all my childhood things that my parents deemed 'expendable' when I moved out for college. These may include my baby blanket, sports prizes (hey, participation awards count too), high school diaries, and my prized Sweet Valley High book collection. Although most of the above hold a certain cringe factor, I still would've liked to come back to a room that I could call my own instead of the huge office desk and massage chair that are currently occupying half of my 10x10 room.

Displacement issues aside, I really should go look for my bicycle so I can start biking to and from work. If and when I find it, this is the first modification that will be made:
it kind of reminds me of the flower vases in VW Beetles, but so much better (for obvious eco-friendly reasons).