It's official, I am now a city dweller. I moved where the people are, Downtown. I spend more time on my feet than in a car and there is never a quiet moment. I couldn't be happier about the quaint apartment I share with my friend and fellow classmate Neo, and I think my house plants rather enjoy the large windows, too. I'm hoping that living within such close proximity to people my age will force me to be less socially awkward, but that might be pushing it. So much has changed in such a short period of time that I don't know how my anxious little heart is still beating. Even with all the crazy transitions I have realized one thing, Stoop Kid never leaves her stoop, but that doesn't stop the stoop from evolving. No matter where I reside I've always found tranquility outdoors. Melancholy memories of my old views, freshly cut hay bails on the plains and the noisy corner of 33rd Street with a couple of barking dogs, keep me from fully embracing my new home. But the scene of the sunset from my balcony is breathtaking enough to ease my thoughts. At eye level with the horizon there are no tall buildings penetrating the pink and violet gradients that frame the occasional cloud. Surely someday I will have the privilege to look out onto sky scrapers and miss this view from the 4th floor.