Thinking

Often while I am sitting at my desk in my room doing homework I end up staring out the window. Nothing too unusual about this, it happens to all us estudiantes from time to time. I have come to love the view of the city skyline from my little window. As the sun sets it leaves a pale trail of colors that outline and contrast the neutral washes of the apartment buildings. The night falls so softly on the city.

Last week I noticed something in my picturesque view. My own reflection. It was just as much a part of the view as the new apartment building that has been under construction. It belongs there.

I am comfortable. I am living life. And here enters the problem: I am leaving at the end of the month, returning to my original place of belonging. So how does it work, being connected to more than one place? This is the question I may be trying to answer for the rest of my life. The question that has been on my mind a lot lately.