Ma vie sur un bâton

There are many things I like about living in the city. From where I sit in my bed right now, I can hear the hum of air-conditioning units in the building across the street. Call me crazy, but after almost six years of living in this apartment, that sound has become a huge comfort to me. I mostly hear it in the dead of night when no one is out on the street skateboarding, or playing loud music. It reminds me of good times, coming home at four in the morning during mon ete d’amour. In case you never took French, “ete” has two accents aigu and literally means “summer”. In any event, I love to sit at my window and stare out into the street at night. I know, it makes no sense but I’m almost certain I’m reliving my days in Trinidad. I would stay at my grandmother’s apartment during the weekend at one point. From where she was, you could look out at the ocean and stare at all the cars driving by on the highway. I would always wonder where these people were going. Sometimes I still do. It filled me with emotion sometimes to go out there at night, and stare at those cars driving by. I can’t quite describe the feeling in words, but it might have been happiness. Sitting at my window at night even as a twenty year old reminds me of a simpler time. It sounds very cliche, but as a 15 year old, I pretty much had no worries. I truly do miss those days. Don’t you?

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