MY NEW HAVEN

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I stretched my arms and yawned, savoring the cozy warmth of my bed. As I swung my legs over the side, my feet dangled in the air, and I felt a sense of excitement for the day ahead.

I padded softly into the kitchen, where my aunt was already busy preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation. I smiled as I joined my aunt at the counter, and together we worked in harmony, our movements choreographed by the familiar rhythm of morning routine.

With the breakfast preparations underway, my thoughts turned to my cousins, still slumbering peacefully in their bedrooms. I volunteered to wake them up and get them ready for school, eager to spend some quality time with the lively duo. My aunt smiled gratefully, handing me a cup of steaming coffee as I headed out to tackle the task.

I gently roused my cousins from their sleep, coaxing them into wakefulness with playful whispers and gentle nudges. As they rubbed the sleep from their eyes, I helped them get dressed and ready for the day, expertly navigating the chaos of morning routines.

With the kids finally settled into their backpacks and bidding their mother goodbye, I watched as they set off for school, feeling a sense of accomplishment and responsibility. My aunt, too, departed for work, leaving me alone in the quiet house.

The stillness of the empty home was a welcome respite, and I felt a sudden urge to revisit the studio I had discovered on my first day in the city. I recalled the warm smile of the owner and the diverse talents of the people I had met there. A sense of excitement and curiosity propelled me out the door, and I made my way to the studio, eager to reconnect with the creative community.

As I pushed open the door, a bell above it rang out, announcing my arrival. The owner, recognizing me from the previous day, greeted me with a warm smile and invited me to stay awhile. We chatted amiably, discussing everything from art to music to our shared love of creativity.

I spent the next few hours immersed in the studio's vibrant atmosphere, watching in awe as the talented individuals worked on their respective projects. I sat, mesmerized, as a painter's brush danced across the canvas, bringing a landscape to life. Nearby, a musician's fingers moved deftly over the strings of her guitar, coaxing out a beautiful melody.

I then walked to the room where the computer students were, I could see different codes on their computer system, I feel so exited whenever I see those words that i could barely understand. I sat down close to one of the guys coding and watched him do his thing.

One of the guys in the group,walked to me, brings his hand out, aiming for an handshake, I shaked his hand. "What's your name pretty" he says in a lovely manner.

"My name is Amy and you" I said

"You can call me Natty, nice meeting you" he says still shaking my hand.

I could feel everyone's gaze on me, then I withdraw my hand from his.

He starts asking me some questions and I answered him, he then drags my chair to where he was sitting then starts showing me some things on his laptop, trying his best to give me some introduction on what they are doing.

I just kept nodding my head to everything he said even though something's I didn't quite understand but I believed with time I will get to understand it well.

Even few hours, the air was still alive with inspiration, and I felt my own creativity stirring, responding to the infectious energy of the studio. I felt grateful to have stumbled upon this haven, where imagination knew no bounds.