sun in the morning, street light at night

Back home at my parent's house, I used to get woken up by the sun shining through the window and directly into my eyes as soon as I opedned them. When I wake up early in the morning at the place I have been calling home these past two years, I always take a second to notice the light reflections on the wall opposite to my bed before I fall asleep again — and usually only wake up after the sun has already disappeared behind the house. If I stay home I don't get to see it over the day, but when the afternoon rolls around it comes back through the other window and warms me up on tired days. I get the most beautiful sunsets here, but as soon as the sun has left, the street light shining through the window reminds me of the next morning and the nostalgia that will come with it.

I am trying my best to say goodbye to all the little parts of my room before it is actually time to leave.

Done