Harvest Moon Generations
First Generation
Chapter 1: City Life
"I'm home." Closing the door to my cramped apartment. Silenced answered back. 'I live by myself so of course, there's no answer.' I thought to myself, slipping off my shoes at the door and walking in placing the takeout I had bought on my way home on my small table in front of me, along with the newspaper I had got with it. So, I guess you wouldn't know who I am, per say, the name is Claire, Claire Green. Average height, nothing too special about me or my appearance, blue eyes, a few freckles, blonde hair that stops above my shoulders, like I said nothing special. What do I do for a living? I work at an office and do the exciting work of, get ready for this, payroll. Super exciting, right? If you like doing the same thing repeatedly week in and week out. I won't bore you with the details.
As I sit at my table I reach into the plastic bag and take out the lukewarm chicken I bought with some rice. An ordinary day after an ordinary day, get up in the morning, go to work, as usual, leave work, go get food, come home, eat then sleep. Every day the same pattern, I wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life like my brother did. I lied earlier I have one special thing about me, I have a twin brother, his name is Jack. We don't look alike, he's tall, has brown hair and eyes, and is a photographer. He was always one for travel and could never sit still as a kid, so when he found our dad's old camera he knew what he wanted to do in life. And boy is he making his mark, he sends me photos of where he's been with a goofy grin on his face and from what he tells me, having a blast and getting paid to do so.
As I eat my food slowly thinking of anything to make my life more exciting, maybe I could go somewhere? No, not unless I sell everything would I have enough money to go somewhere. Call up some friends? They're all busy and I haven't talked to some in years. Coworker party maybe? No. "Isn't there something exciting in this world I can do?" muttering to myself, and pushing my half-eaten food away from me. No answer. "I guess not, well…" looking at the clock on the wall, 8:15 it read, "I have work tomorrow. Let's read about what's going on in the world and head to bed." I grab the paper next to me and open it up to a random page scanning it and seeing nothing of interest.
As I start to close it up a small article caught my eye as it read:
Would you like to enjoy a peaceful and refreshing farm life?
For more info, contact: 524-5683
A…farm…? With that thought in my head, I was rushed with visions of myself living on a farm, raising cows and chickens, riding horses as far as I can, having a dog, I've always wanted a dog, and being free, and doing anything I want. As I brought myself back to reality and in my cramped apartment I sit there thinking, 'Me? On a farm? Do I even know how to raise animals or crops? Could I raise animals or crops?' More and more thoughts racing through my head. I slammed my hands on the table staring intently at the article as if it would disappear at any moment. "This is it." I said to myself quietly, "Something exciting." Chills going down my spine, was this really it? What I really wanted? I was joking earlier when I thought about selling all my stuff to go somewhere, but maybe….
I rushed to the phone on the wall by the door and dialed the number, my heart in my throat, listening to the dial tone of the phone connecting when I hear in my ear a "Hello?" "Hello, is this MT Realtor?" I ask trying to sound confident. "Yes, this is it, how can I help you?" "Hi, I'm calling about the farm over in Mineral Town, is it still available? I hear rustling in the background and an answer, "Yes, it is, are you interested in buying?" and with that, I was starting with my new life I guess. Would it be everything I hoped for? Could I make a living? Well, we will see.