Trees. There were so many of them. They were everywhere. Trees. Trees. I'd never seen so many trees in L.A. The trees weren't as tall either. The trees in L.A were scarce and short. These trees were giant and intimidating to the shrubs and bushes that surrounded them. I scooted up in my chair, careful not to disturb my sleeping six year old brother.
"Mom," I whispered. It was dark and I couldn't see whether she was asleep or not. She grunted in response. "Where are we?" I asked.
"We're still in Cali." She assured me humorously.
"Unbelievable." I murmured sitting back in my seat. I heard her chuckle. After that I had fallen asleep and woke up in the driveway of my new tiny home in my new tiny house. And when I say tiny, I mean it. My dad told me there was under 300 people living here. It was a disaster and a half for some people who go from such a big city to a miniscule town in the middle of nowhere. But for me, it was a break from the real world. Just before we left L.A, I went to go say goodbye to my boyfriend of a year and found he had already hooked up with my best friend. Common story, I know. But crap happens. A lot.
It was edging on three am by the time we got everything settled and it was too dark to take a look at our surroundings so I went straight to my room. My room was a little smaller than average sized. I had packed a boatload of stuff and decided to unpack after I get some sleep, some real sleep in a real bed since we bought the house with furniture.
I climbed over the cardboard boxes piled right in front of the door and stepped onto my bed. I slipped off my pants and tried to get comfortable.
'I wonder what awaits me in this place. Obviously not much but you never know.' These were my last thoughts as I slipped into unconciousness.