The noise, a high-pitch squeak was always underlying. No matter how many shows she turned on or how loud she turned up the music. She hated it here. This place with held her creative mind and destroyed her happiness. Depression was a state she had grown to know intimately. Secrets no longer hidden from her regretful eyes. Purposely and dutifully she tries to create her happiness and manifest a place that makes her feel at home because ever since she left home she’s been on the path to find her way back.