‘The stars aligned perfectly to the ones in the sky.’ I thought as I finished the last touches of my painting. It was in the sky in my summer home. You could see all the stars in the sky, unlike in the city where you can’t see as many. Maybe one or two if you are lucky, here you can see them all. You don't have to try and find them through the dark clouds in the sky. Here you just look up and there they are. It is kinda magical to me. This is the reason I bought this place. ‘This is going to look great for my portfolio,’ I thought, smiling. My paint pallet is filled with the colors blue and black and gray. There are some streaks of paint on my arms. There is a lot on my hands as well. This is the most beautiful painting I have ever made. Then again I think that every time I come here and paint. I love painting the stars, so I save them for last. I paint scenery, it is usually of the buildings in the city or the parks and I love it more than anything, but it gets old what feels like painting the same thing over and over again. That is why I come here 1 week a season. I guess I shouldn’t call it a summer home since I come in the middle of summer break, I come here for spring break, and lastly, I take time off to come here in fall. So it isn’t really a “summer home” then is it. But that is what everyone calls and it is easier to say than all of that. ‘I love it here,’ I think, smiling wider. I look up again to see the stars. I miss home though. Every time I come here at the beginning I always think, without fail, ‘why don’t I just be here forever.’ I mean I could turn my business from here and do online school. Then near the end, I miss home. I miss the city. This is why I can’t stay longer than a week. I put everything away. I couldn’t wait until I was home again.
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