Blue light passes through the edges of the black-out blinds as I lie holding a pillow, dreaming. I have been watching Frasier, one of my comfort television shows. I am on the episode where Frasier asks his brother, Niles, if he is happy. Am I happy? I have been asking myself this question a lot lately. I think the answer is mostly yes. (Although if my anxiety could go away, that would be nice!)When I look back on my choice to study art history, I feel delighted. This year I have been pushed in new ways: to write essays short and long, to write stories, to read about topics I have not yet encountered. I feel comfortable learning as I am. Outside of school, I am challenging myself more: I want to read different kinds of books, “In Our Time” is now my favourite podcast. I love looking at the world and, with every passing day, seeing something new that I would not have seen six months ago.In my room I see the accumulation of my interests: books, mangas, coffee equipment that will not fit…
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