West Coast Baby

 Here is something I may or may not continue to write, depending on how I feel.

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Sunsets on the West Coast were definitely different from those on the East Coast. Or at  least that’s what Clara thought. She’d (admittedly) never seen one herself. From the age of 10, she had spent her life confined within the realms of her Brooklyn apartment. Everyday became eerily similar; with the routine of going to school, coming home, doing her work, showering sleeping and repeating the cycle the next day. There were the anomalous days in which she would go out with her parents to a small New York diner, but those were few and far between. 

Her family, which consisted of her, her mother and father, and two pets. They were not ‘broke,’ but they were by no means rich. Nowhere near it. She was grateful for all the blessings she’d been given, yet she also felt a longing to be somewhere else. Somewhere where she had a view other than the same Brooklyn corner she’d been stuck on for the past 10 years. A place where she felt like her spirit was free, and she would for once, feel something other than apathy or stagnation. Oh the hypocrisy of the situation.

She sat at the dining table with books laid out in front of her, attempting to study, yet her mind was always elsewhere. As it usually was. She eventually decided after her eyes refused to focus on the words in front of her that she’d had enough of studying. With so many thoughts on her mind how could she? 

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