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⋇⋆✦Chapter 2✦⋆⋇

   I'm currently laying on my bed waiting for my alarm to ring.
 
  You know it's one of these mornings when you wake up a couple of minutes before your alarm so you don't turn it off because it's gonna ring but you don't wake up either because you'll do anything to stay in bed. 

  So here I am glancing towards my small window.
  Actually, calling that a window breaks my heart. I miss the wide window of my bedroom. 
It wasn't extraordinary, but I loved the view I had from the 3rd floor of our apartment.
  Now, I have to live with half a window that only displays the rooftops of dozens of buildings. 

  When the alarm finally rang I got up and got ready for my first day in college. 
  I woke up earlier because I had to take the subway for the first time and I really hate crowded places. So I hope that people in this city are heavy sleepers and that the subway will be less crowded. 

40 minutes later

   Yeah, forget what I said. 
  I pushed people to join the escalators that lead towards my train. I place myself on the right side of it like all the other people. 
  It's my brother who explained to me that you have to put yourself on the same side as everyone in case someone wants to climb the stairs and leave them some room. 
   I find it kind of interesting. Nobody sets the rules, yet everybody does it as if it was normal and accepted by everyone. 

   I had to wait a couple of minutes before a strong wind blew on my face, making me take a step back from the train.
Once it stopped, countless people started going out of it. I patiently waited for everyone to finally go into it and find somewhere to sit.
  This first drive is the longest, 7 stops. 

  I go out of my second train and head towards the station’s exit. I still have some walking to do before reaching the campus.

  Some warm sunbeams are coming across the heavy morning clouds and I take a deep breath of the cold air after I leave the underground station. 

  The streets are already full of people and the long queue of cars and buses are already forming at the red lights.
  Once I arrive st the campus entry the first thing that comes to my mind is the first day I step foot here.
  It was more than a year ago, my mother and i came for an open day and i remember her telling me that it was one of the best college in the country and one of the hardest to get into.
  Because this isn’t any college, this is UPC located in one of the most beautiful city in the world and the only one to propose my major: biomedical sciences. 

  3 months ago when I got accepted it felt like the most amazing reward for how much i have worked. But I feel like the most beautiful things come with the hardest ones.

  Of all the cities I thought I would be studying in, I’ve never considered Paris to be one of them. I always like Paris for its museums, its architecture and its culture. But it never felt like a place to live in. I was always impatient to go back to my small country town in the calmness. 
  But I guess Paris is home now and I have to get used to it.