My window is the best. I have gotten an awesome sunset almost every day for 8 months. I love looking out from my seventh-floor window at night: the city flickers and simmers and the occasional cloud turns the color from whatever lights are under it. I lean my lazyboy back and look outside. The clocktower shines bright, and I will confess I have sometimes mistaken it for the moon.
Everytime I stop to look out, I become pensive.
Lately, I've been thinking about how this school year went. There were times when everything went amazing, and then those times when the situation looked pretty sad. Still, did I accomplish everything I set out to do at the beginning of the school year?
Maybe not.
Did I do my absolute best in everything?
Absolutely not. And that is sad.
Still, I'm happy with how this school year went. I made great friendships, learned an amazing amount of information, got published twice, started a book and read 9.
Next year I will not have my seventh-floor window. I will miss the sunsets, the nights, the panoramic view of snows. Even so, the view will always stay with me.
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