My summer paradise, my island, it is a place with more memories than I can count to. From playing barefoot in the dew filled grass to sneaking out late in the warm summer haze, and everything in between. My place is filled with peace and silence, rather than a busy morning pace and the noisy afternoon city traffic. It is a place where everything stays as it always has been, day after day, year after year, a place where the time stopped decades ago. I am sitting on the grey colored cliff feeling the warm sand-soft stone against my hands, while overviewing the Baltic Sea. Waves are swinging slowly. The cool evening breeze fans my bleached hair. Freckles cover my sun-kissed face. It smells summer to me, a smell hard to explain, however it is the most nostalgic one ever. The flourishing lilacs, the salty seawater and the freshly cut grass. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the moment, feels refreshing. The air feels so clear, free from the traffic-pollution and the city dust. Just clean...
My first impression of the university is “WOW”. There are these incredibly old and fascinating buildings that I have
never seen in real life before. It is a surprisingly beautiful place. In addition the environment surrounding Yale differs a lot from the environment I am used to in Sweden. The gothic architecture is impressive and like nothing I have seen before. Standing
outside Yale makes me feel like I am all of a sudden in an American movie. This whole
thing is something people in movies get to experience, not me, an 18 year old
girl from Stockholm. Slowly crossing a big lawn on my way to the check in, I notice the kindness of the students. They seem really nice and I feel greatful for spending my summer here. 
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