My parents and I were currently on a plane traveling to California. I guess I should say that were moving to California; specifically Beacon Hills. I was technically an adult, so I could have found my own place and stayed back home, but I didn't have a way to financially support myself. I also didn't want to be separated from my parents. The flight attendant speaks over the intercom telling us we have five minutes until we land. My parents were in front of me clasping each others hands, probably from the excitement of living in a new state. I never really understood the appeal of leaving home, but apparently it was something they always dreamed of. It was finally happening and I couldn't have been happier for them.
We were suddenly hit with turbulence, which must have meant we were about to land. I clutched onto the armrests digging crescent shaped marks into the material. I hated the feeling of being confined in an airlifted tube with total strangers on either side of me. I would have been fine if my parents were beside me, but there were no rows of three available when we bought our tickets, so here I was stuck between a smelly middle aged hillbilly and an obnoxious gum chewer, fearing for my life.
Finally, the feeling of landing on the ground went through the entire plane and we thankfully pulled to a stop. Letting my death grip loosen from the armrest, whoops and cheers went through the plane. My mom and dad's voices were blended in with the other passengers, and I seemed to be the only one who's wasn't. Again, the voice of the flight attendant went through the plane announcing the successful landing, and in her fake sweet voice, welcoming us to California.
Getting off of the plane was quite a challenge. Squeezing through the passengers, pulling bags from the overhead compartment without the bags hitting my head, and trying not to trip down the stairs of the plane. Those were my challenges and I thankfully made through them without a single bruise. A pull on my arm distracts me from my search for my parents, but I guess I didn't need to look anyways. The person holding onto my arm is my mother who has her other arm linked with my father's.
The ever present twinkle in her eye causes me to relax. The unruly brown curls on her head frame her blue eyes, and the light wrinkles on her face make her just as inviting. It explains the way my father constantly looks at her with such adoration. Every time I catch him looking at her, it makes me want someone just the same.
"Come on sweetheart. There should be a taxi waiting outside for us." Mother says while pulling me and my father through the airport. We were able to grab our stuff from the bag-claim with little problem, and outside was the taxi in clear view. I'd say we went through the airport in seven minutes flat. We must have broken some record.
Shoving our travel bags in the back of the taxi van, I notice the weather is colder than I thought it'd be. It must be from the trees in the surrounding area. Sliding the door close behind me, the man in the drivers seat drives us to our new home.
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We pass the sign saying "Welcome to Beacon Hills" and my mother practically squeals in delight. I almost hold my hand up to my ear, but I refrain. I didn't want to signal to the fact that her excitement was kind of annoying. I certainly wasn't the only one who did this; everyone I knew loved my mother, and they'd always try to please her. Who wouldn't, she was a constant light that'd never go out.
All around us was woods, woods, and more woods, but I'd admit that the place was beautiful. I could understand why my parents chose this place, and it'd explain why the house they were living in was a cabin. Yes, I mean they. As in, only the two of them. My parents, bless their hearts, found an apartment in town where I would be staying. It wasn't as nice as their new place, but I'd except anything if I could stay near them.
The first place the taxi took us to was the cozy cabin in the woods. A few days before we were suppose to arrive, they had the moving company place their things inside. All they had left to do was unpack their personal items and they'd be set.
Pulling into the driveway and seeing the house up close, made me realize how perfect the place was for them. In our old home they'd always add something rustic to every room, no matter how out of place it was, and now I understood why. The taxi pulls to a stop, and my parents quickly climb out of the car. I follow them out, and I help them with their suitcases, but before I can help carry them inside my father puts his hand on mine.
"Sweetheart, we got this. Why don't you head over to your apartment and settle in."
Reluctantly I let go. "Are you sure? I could stay for a couple days. Help you settle in."
My mother than speaks up. "Really Cress, it's fine. I think us old folk can handle moving in on our own."
"If your sure."
The two look at each other, and suddenly their pulling me into their arms. The comforting warmth of my parents arms makes it even harder for me to leave. "We're sure sweetheart. Go and be independent. You don't need us." I want to protest, but I know it won't get us anywhere. Pulling away, I give them a smile and I get back into the taxi.
"Do you remember the other address given?" I ask the driver.
A grunt's my only response, and assuming that's a yes, I signal for him to take me there. He starts backing out of the driveway, and outside my window I see my parents wave to me. They look so happy...I only hope I'll be as happy as them while I'm here. I wave back to them and I don't look away until their no longer within my view. I seriously hope this was the right decision coming with them.
The apartment was nice...small, but nice. I could definitely work with this. The place I was living in could only be described as a single room with a kitchen and a bathroom added on. No separate living room or bedroom. The moving company placed my bed and couch in the single space, and left some boxes and frames in the corner. When my parents and I were looking for a place for me to stay they wanted to chose from the bigger apartments, but knowing them they'd try to spend to much. Eventually I pushed the two of them out of the room, and I chose the apartment myself. All I did was give them the address and the price, and that was it. I didn't let them actually see what it looked like, worried they'd make me choose something else.
It's not like I chose some roach infested apartment. I just went with something a little smaller. I rub my hands together in anticipation, and I go to work. First I line my boxes against the wall and I open the one with "BED" written on it. Since the bed was placed where I wanted it, I go ahead and throw my sheets on. Next was the comforter, and then my mountain of pillows. It was just enough to make me feel like I was being cuddled by clouds. Satisfied with the put together look of my bed I go ahead and unpack the rest of my boxes.
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Two hours later and I finally have a functioning house of my own.
I really liked how it turned out. I'll probably add some stuff later on, but I was satisfied with the look of it now. Looking at my watch it showed in was only three in the afternoon. I would have taken a nap, but before doing that I was going to look online for job openings.
I fling myself onto my bed and I grab the tablet on my side table. Starting it up I type in the search bar "full-time jobs, Beacon Hills, California". Not a whole lot popped up, but from the list in front of me, only one thing interested me. Librarian assistant needed in Beacon Hills High school. Luckily I took a two year program in library science, and I actually enjoyed it. Assuming they'd be open since it's Monday I go and make the call.
The call lasted about twenty minutes, and I thankfully had an interview tomorrow. At first they were skeptical of my age of twenty-one, but after hearing about my experience it brought them on board. Finally able to get some much needed sleep I change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and I let the quiet darkness claim me.