 I’m chilling in my living room, stretched out across the loveseat with a blanket cocooning me and a book propped in front of my face. Beyond the book, the curtain on my window (which takes up almost the entire wall) is pulled all the way up, and the sun illuminates the entire apartment. From the fourth floor, my view is mostly the soft blue sky tiger striped with clouds and the brown roofs of smaller houses and November colored treetops stretching as far back as the horizon. I drop my book to my lap, gaze out the window and think about how blessed I am to be here, how blessed I am to no longer be where I was before.
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