Savahnah and I walked back in silence and the quietness of the walk made m doubt my whole plan. I kept thinking to myself what if my ideas fail, what happens if when I start my life over I just end up back where I started. My negative thoughts ceased when Savahnah told me we were back at the apartment.
I entered threw the door of our small apartment with Savahnah following me. I put my purse down on the kitchen counter and noticed Savahnah just standing in the living room. Her petite body was starting to shake and her once muffled cries grew louder to sobs. I walked over to her and tried to comfort her, but I had no clue what to say. Savahnah was never one to cry. I might have seen her cry once or twice in the 6 years that I have known her, I've always admired her for being so strong. All of our bags were packed and the apartment had an eerie feeling to it because of the bareness.
Savahnah must have snuck back into her room because when I stopped looking around the apartment she was gone. So I walked back to her room and told her I was ready to go whenever she was. She sat up on her bed and sadly mumbled "Let's get this done and over with".
We were standing on the side of the road trying to call over a taxi and were quite unsuccessful to say the least. One man saw we were attempting to call over a cab and waved one over for us. We hopped in and told the driver to take us to the closest train station. The ride was only ten minutes long but each second felt like an eternity and I could tell from Savahnah's body language she felt the same way.
The station was an old and small building. I've passed it several times a night when walking the streets. I grabbed my two small bags from the trunk and headed up the steps. I heard conductors yelling out "ALL ABOARD"! at all different times, to me the sound was almost like a melody and the loud rumble from the trains and the high piercing whistle people dread and cover their ears when they hear it was soothing to me.
Savahnah was already at the ticket counter when I entered the building. I went over to join her and told the lady behind the counter our destination. She was an older woman and quite ugly. In a way she reminded me of trailer trash although I don't know how that works out when she's living in NYC. She wasn't a friendly lady either, she handed me the two tickets with the nastiest look on her face. I started to smile as I examined the tickets although the lady kept staring at me making me feel uncomfortable. " I don't know why your all smiles, I know I wouldn't be if I were you" she grumbled in this thick southern accent, okay now I see why she reminded me of trailer trash. "Too many weird things had happened up there. Most normal people leave the town not head up there" She turned from us and yelled to help the next person in line. I grabbed my bags and headed for platform 8 and sat down on the wooden bench.
I was scanning the station, looking for something to keep myself occupied and found a small newspaper shop. I told Savahnah to watch my bags even though I doubted anyone would want to steal them, and that I'd be back in a few minutes. I walked over to the shop and started browsing around when a little black book caught my eye. "Hmm, maybe I should write my thoughts down in a diary, it could keep me on track". I guess I said that out loud because the young girl behind the counter shouted. " It's $7.00. I thought I'd let you know. There isn't a price tag on it". I gave the girl a smile and picked up the book. She started to ring the diary up on the register as I made my way over to give her the money.
"3:00 train to Grafton, Vermont, now boarding!" blared over the loud speaker. I took out the tickets from my pocket and saw that it was my train. It was my turn to start over, wipe the slate clean. I threw a ten dollar bill down on the counter and told her to keep the change.
I went back over to where Savahnah was sitting with our bags. "Let's do this thing" she said with her perky smile across her face. We boarded the train and took our seats across from an older couple who stared at us awkwardly until the train left the station.
"Heading up to Grafton, ehh? The old lady questioned. Her eyes gave off a worried and confused look, even though her voice tried to sound enthusiastic. "What a beautiful small town, nothing like the city. Do you girls have family there?"
"No" I stated. "We are going to move there just because we can. For all you know we could be leaving our family behind". The lady apologized for bothering us and turned to face forward. I didn't mean to be rude I just don't like it when people ask too many questions about why Savahnah and I are moving.
I looked out the window to see New York City one last time, huge building all light up, people rushing to get from point "A" to point "B", streets overflowing with trash and grime. I just kept thinking to myself 6 more hours and all this will be gone.