I was born on a rainy winter day. I believe that this was an act of fate because winter is the season that resonates with me the most. Quiet days are spent snuggled in blankets, either reading or silently listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the pavement. Nights are boisterous and warm, my family huddled together in the living room, talking and laughing loud enough to wake the dead. Winter may be the coldest season but my home is so full of affection and love that you can’t feel the bitter cold that is outside. In my life the only thing that I know is certain, is that home is the one place that I can always count on, no matter what.

Daydreams constantly enter my mind. Many of my thoughts are far away places, people, and experiences. Sometimes I walk in the hallway and imagine strolling in the street of Paris, exploring the medieval castles of Europe, sitting in a gondola in Venice, or even listening to Ed Sheeran sing in a random café in London. Someday I hope to make these daydreams a reality.

“Is it that it’s over or do birds still sing for you?” This is a lyric from an Ed Sheeran song and it is constantly in my mind. I believe that it’s never over and birds are always singing even if you can’t hear them. This is why I constantly try to do my best and persevere in the worst times because there is always light at the end of the tunnel.