Ghostly Love
Debby was a quiet girl, mostly kept to herself. She loved her horses and her cats; and was a photographer by day and paranormal investigator by night. She loved her life. Even though there were not many people she could rely on in her life.
She had been through a lot in her twenty seven years on this planet. Most of which she did not like to talk about. She had only a grandmother left and no friends, with the exception of the people who owned the horses she took care of. She had grown up in the state of Ohio, spending as much time as she could traveling. She had grown tired of living in Ohio. She made the decision to move, and far away.
She initially considered Nashville, or somewhere else in Tennessee. Though every attempt to move there had failed miserably. She finally came to the conclusion that she was not supposed to be there. Every attempt at finding housing failed. Trying to find somewhere for her grandmother proved to be even more difficult. So she changed her mind and set her sights on the Crescent City, New Orleans.
It had been another city in which she had fallen in love with on her travels, but hadn't seriously considered living there prior to this. She had always thought it would be too difficult with all the hurricanes that came though the area. But now nothing was holding her back and the thought of hurricanes was just that, a thought. It did not matter anymore. She had made her mind up; New Orleans was to be her new home.
Debby had a good amount of money already saved up for moving to Tennessee but New Orleans was a lot farther so she needed to save a good deal more. It took her a little over a year to save. Debby also had to pack up her grandmother and put her house on the market in Ohio. Doing as many repairs as she could herself, she spent each day working, packing and painting to make sure things went they way she wanted this time. She scoured every website possible to look for housing all over the city for not only her but her grandmother as well. Though her grandmother needed more specialized care as she had some health problems.
An assisted living was the first piece of the puzzle to fall into place. Charming Horses Assisted Living was the perfect spot for her grandmother, and the name called to Debby. It had all the care Debby's grandmother needed and fit the budget they had. The house had sold to someone they both knew so the house was staying in good hands. The final step was finding a place for herself. She had her heart set on the French Quarter or the Garden District but finding something to fit her budget in either proved to be difficult.
Finally, something came through for Debby. She had joined a "NOLA For Rent" Facebook page and initially thought was a waste of time. There was a girl on there who had an apartment over the Toulouse Dive Bar, on Toulouse Street in the Quarter. There was a room with a private bath available for a great price. Debby thought there had to be a catch so she grilled the owner about it. The only downside to it from what she could gather was that it was over the bar and people found it too noisy. To Debby, that did not matter. So she set up a meeting with the girl who owned it. She had to move her grandmother into the assisted living anyway, so she made the appointment and hoped it wasn't roach infested.
She rented the Uhaul, packed her grandmother up, and they set off for the Big Easy. They had to stop every few hours for her grandmother to stretch but finally made it. After getting her grandmother set up at Charming Horses, she rented a bed at the hostel she favored in the city, India House in Mid City and went to take a nap before meeting with the owner of the apartment she was looking at.
After her nap she decided to shower and try to look as good as she thought she could. Looks were always a part of the first impression and she wanted it to be a good one. She pulled out a pair of tight black jeans, pairing it with a black and purple brocade corset and heeled black leather boots. Her hair was almost to her rear, and a beautiful shade of purple. She decided to pull it into a sideways braid. After applying a quick coat of eyeshadow and mascara, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
Debby had agreed to meet the girl who owned the apartment in the bar below it. All she knew was that her name was Amy and that the bartender would know who she was. When Debby arrived at the Toulouse Dive Bar, she went straight to the bar and asked for Amy. She did not expect what she got. Amy turned out to be not only the apartments owner but the owner of the bar. Debby and Amy hit it off right away, bonding over horses and paranormal investigating. The apartment was better than Debby imagined. Very spacious and beautifully decorated. There was nothing wrong with it at all, other than being above a bar. They two women went back down to the bar and had a few drinks. After about two hours of talking and laughing, Amy offered not only the apartment but also a job as a bartender, as Ricky, the woman behind the bar tonight, was leaving for LA in two weeks. And to top off the cake, Amy knew a place where Debby could board her horses for next to nothing as well. Just had to pay for their hay, grain and supplements.
Debby decided to take both. She told Amy that it would be at least a week for her to gather her things, make sure her horses were set to travel and be back in NOLA permanently. Amy said that was not a problem, and to take all the time she needed. Debby was absolutely elated. Everything had panned out. She was officially going to be living in New Orleans. She knew now this was were she was supposed to be. She flew back to Ohio to start packing for the rest of her life.