After two weeks of pure joy and amusement I found myself tired; not "I haven't slept in three days" tired, but a sad tired. I was homesick and ready to leave. The only thing that kept me from crying in desperation was a kitty, a small, snow white kitty with piercing blue eyes. I had finally found the happiness I'd been looking for. But that night was one of the toughest, stuck between missing my parents and wanting to stay in another country, though it wasn't a choice the ticket was paid and reserved for my trip home. I couldn't sleep. The night seemed to be passing a lot slower than usual; molasses slow. I carried on and said my goodbyes to the family I wouldn't be seeing for a while. I sat outside. the night felt so pure, the air felt fresh, a lot fresher than back home that's something I miss. It was also dark, pitch black, nothing could be seen but a set of dim lights following a steep road down, our home here is on top of a hill. I looked around. The scenery was incredible. In a distance, you could see streetlamps and cactus, and a lot of lands that seemed to go on forever. It wasn't quite, I could hear crickets chirping, stray dogs barking, and occasional bugs hitting against windows. I looked up and saw the most magnificent sight, a starry night, I felt as if I could see the whole galaxy from where I was. I saw every single star from a single location. I remembered about a bed cushion my aunt had thrown outside. I laid down on the cushion, it seemed to be reclined against a pile of rocks. I just laid there and observed the beauty in each star. I felt as if time had stopped, nothing mattered anymore my fears went away; I wasn't looking around to make sure I wouldn't bother a scorpion, my pure focus was on the stars and only that stars. The stars made me feel vulnerable, those stars are just up there, they didn't have a purpose, the stars are just there. Like me.
