I swirled the dark red wine lazily in the glass I held. A sigh escaped from my lips as I took yet another sip. Trapped between two fingers of my other hand was a flyer I had found in my mailbox. Never in my life had I taken consideration of junk mail. I would take it out of the small box at the front door of my apartment building and immediately toss it into the garbage can beside. Perhaps it was the circumstances I had found myself in that made the cutesy paper catch my eye. Nevertheless, I brought the paper up to the fourth floor and let myself into the nearly empty apartment.

To say my life was a mess was a rather radical understatement. My wedding had been called off two weeks before the date. The man that was my absolute first love had met another woman that had captured his heart in a way that I apparently could not. The betrayal weighed heavily on my shoulders. The parents I thought I could trust with my life turned their backs on me, declaring that if I was unable to keep a man from straying, that I was unworthy to be their daughter.

So I found myself living in a small one bedroom apartment with barely any furniture. My ex found a way to take everything. Maybe it was because I didn't put up a fight. I didn't have the courage or the strength. I wanted no reminders of our life together. The nights we spent curled up on the couch together. The pots and pans we used to cook meals together. The bed we shared our most intimate moments in.

She had all of that. She had taken it all away. And I had let her.

I downed the rest of the wine in my glass and looked closely at the flyer. It was for a tiny village I had never even heard of. Oak Tree Town. Little pictures of farm animals adorned the bubbly writing advertising a dilapidated farm for the taking. It was a village populated with deep rooted citizens and boundless opportunities. In reality it was an escape. An escape I desperately needed.

I knew nothing about farming. I was raised a city girl from my hair to my bones. Work was always in a fast paced office environment with cubicles as my exposure to nature. Office politics and drama were the core of my life as I fought off rumors of sleeping my way to positions of power. I took buses and taxis everywhere and elevators to get to every store and home I went to. No knowledge of country life existed within me. I couldn't tell the difference between types of trees. I thought chickens could fly. I could not fathom the amount of work a cow required. But I had to start somewhere. I had to find a way to heal. Two years was far too long to live in despair.

My eyes glanced over my sparsely furnished home. All of the belongings I cared about were packed into three large suitcases. The kitchen cupboards were completely empty. All that remained was a simple futon that I was sitting upon, a cheap plastic wine glass, and a novelty calendar informing me that it was the last day of Winter. I was ready. I picked up my cellphone and rapidly dialed. It rang twice before a mature woman's voice answered.

"Oak Tree Town Guild Hall. This is Veronica speaking. How may I help you this afternoon?" Her tone was always on the cheerful side. It brought a small smile to my face.

"Good afternoon, Veronica. It's Selene calling again. I'm catching the first flight in the morning," I responded to her. I heard an audible gasp of joy.

"Then I will be there to greet you. Thank you for taking on the responsibility of your own farm. Sleep well tonight and I look forward to meeting you."

I didn't sleep at all.