There's this strange feeling I get when walking into my sister's room when she's away at college. For some reason, this room gives off an aura that says "I AM NOT LIVED IN." You get hit with this funny smell as soon as you make it through the door. There aren't any dirty clothes strewn all over the floor, no food wrappers with some sort of strange green fungus growing on them stuffed into some corner. No fan in the window blowing in sticky humid air to counteract the heat being thrown off by a CPU that's churning away 24-7. Just silence. Dry, empty silence. And stuff, gathering dust on desks and drawers.