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The streets were quiet and empty this morning, and the sun was warm. I was heading home after having spent the night commemorating the passing of the year at Jacq's house. The houses and the roads felt fresh, as if it had rained the night before, but it hadn't. I could almost hear the occasional car slithering past like on a wet surface, but that must had been an illusion.
I hadn't expected it, but today felt like rebirth: this is the year where I'm going to college; a new phase of my life has just begun. I feel my past, all the self-pity and plaints of ennui and intransigence sublimate into nothing in the morning sun. They do not mean anything to me anymore. Now I'm like showering in the brightness of day, in the very sun that had dazzled me this morning, as the cool wind blew and our soles made crisp tapping sounds with the terracotta pavement tiles.
I hadn't expected it, but today felt like rebirth: this is the year where I'm going to college; a new phase of my life has just begun. I feel my past, all the self-pity and plaints of ennui and intransigence sublimate into nothing in the morning sun. They do not mean anything to me anymore. Now I'm like showering in the brightness of day, in the very sun that had dazzled me this morning, as the cool wind blew and our soles made crisp tapping sounds with the terracotta pavement tiles.