That room saw Mei fall in love, fall apart, and fall back together again. It saw her doubt herself, then slowly, beautifully, learn to trust her own voice. It saw her laugh so hard she choked on her tea, and cry so quietly I almost didn't notice.
It wasn’t a large room. In fact, by most standards, it was small — a little cramped, with a window that faced a brick wall and a desk that always seemed to collect more clutter than inspiration. But Mei… Mei turned it into a universe. mei to room memory
I first walked into that room on a gray Tuesday afternoon. Mei was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by half-empty tea cups, sticky notes in four different colors, and a laptop that had seen better days. She looked up at me — her eyes tired but bright — and said, "Welcome home." That room saw Mei fall in love, fall