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I've always found that the many Barbie Dream Houses I see on television have their own unique personality. From classy decorations to the glam aesthetic, each house's interiors are made to match the diverse interests of young children. As for myself, my Barbie Dream House would include what comfort me most: a library with a rocking chair, a room with multiple hammocks, bedrooms with only the softest mattresses and pillows, as well as a living room with a simple chandelier. As for the exterior, the bricks would be no other than the color pink. Coral pink to be exact, to exude a feeling of elegance. That feeling would extend to the gardens located on the front lawn, which grow different flowers each day, acting as a decoration and a frame of the mansion as if it is an introduction to my own home. I consider myself to be someone who enjoys relaxation inside rather than exploring the outdoors, so naturally, the neutral paint colors on the interior walls along with the warm colors that are painted in different rooms suit the relaxing feeling I am aiming for. Although this does not mean I don't like the wild green scenery nature provides which is why I would have a large balcony that shows the distant rolling hills and growing palm trees that lurk near the rails. Considering my house would have this type of scenery, it would only be obvious that I want it to be located somewhere tropical. Mainly from my home country the Philippines. As much as I dislike humidity, the cool winds from the seashore where the balcony faces in the back of the house make up for it, providing a lightening mood that just takes away my anxiousness. As someone who is usually wary of her surroundings, this Dream House is most definitely an absolute dream. And since this is considered a Barbie Dream House, it would be no surprise if it would have a majestic rooftop I can go to through a round glass elevator and take me up to the top to feel the freshening breeze and hear the songs of birds that fly across the ocean's horizon. Pair that up with a slide that races towards the ocean and it would always be the host for parties. The feeling of joy the house gives me would make me undoubtedly consider it a true Dream House.

I wasn't fond of my experiences when I was new to my current high school. Due to the Covid-19 pandemic that occurred not long ago, I chose to take online schooling in my freshman year of high school and later transferred to public school after the situation got better. As a sophomore, I have never felt more like a freshman when I first stepped into those hallways that were bombarded by students as soon as the bells rang. It felt awkward, I admit, considering I was isolated for nearly two years in my own home and am now forced to enter my classes without getting lost in a sea of students trying to do the same task. Nevertheless, I didn't worry knowing the fact that I had friends who continued to learn in public school while I was stuck at home. It was my chance to reconnect with them. To once again share stories of embarrassing moments that made all of us laugh to the point where our stomachs hurt. The idea gave me a sense of hope that the rest of my high school experience will finally be normal. Unfortunately, my naivety got the best of me. I was aware that many of my friends in middle school were going to a different high school than I was. I was fine with it, considering I still had some friends going to the same school as me. What I didn't expect was how much they have changed since the last time I saw them in 8th grade. Naturally, they became more mature. Although it did come as a shock to me since I, for some reason, still expected them to be the same person as they were nearly two years ago. I almost felt disappointed every time I interacted with them. Not because of how they have changed so much, but because I wasn't with them when they were slowly becoming a new person. It was something that I had to get used to. Undoubtedly, it was not an easy task. It felt selfish of me to get jealous whenever my friends interact with the new friends they met in freshman year. I wanted the feeling to stop, but I was aware that we were no longer as close as we used to be. Slowly, I made new friends whom I spent more time with than the ones who helped me make the best memories back in middle school. I was finally accepting the change that made me feel so bitter. I had to let go of the past. It was at that moment I gained a sense of realization and became more mature. That realization was what helped me grow and will continue to help me grow as time goes on. The ones special to us may not always stick with us as we continue our journey. And our memories with them may continue to only be memories as we depart from each other to now walk in different paths.