Recap: Soon enough, we arrived in a suburban neighborhood. My new home. My new neighborhood. My new state. My… My new life.
We pulled into the driveway of a two-story, blue, suburban house. I peered out of the car window. The house looked just like the rest of the houses on the street, except for the difference in color. "Hey, chickadee, notice the snow? I know that you love snow." That's when I finally noticed that the yard was covered with fresh snow. A small smile found its way to my lips, and I looked at my dad. He chuckled, knowing that this meant a lot to me. We rarely got snow back in Virginia, but whenever we DID get snow, I would spend the entire day, having fun with my friends.
I heard the crunch as the moving truck pulled up next to the curb of the house. My dad looked at me, a smile on his face. "I'm guessing that you want to decide where everything goes, little Miss Designer?" I let out a hum and nodded my head, and my dad chuckled again. "Alright, you can go and tell the movers where everything goes." I nodded, the small smile still on my face, as I exited the van and headed over to the moving truck, ready to point out where everything would go inside the house.
~Time Skip~
Around two or so hours later, the house was full with our furniture, which we had either brought from Mom's house or recently bought. We were still missing a TV, though, and some kitchen appliances. Even though I wouldn't admit it, I had fun telling the movers where to put everything. My dad had started bringing in boxes that contained personal belongings, decorations, clothing, and more. The movers quickly left after they finished arranging everything, and I was eager to get my box of personal belongings, so I could start decorating my bedroom. Which, speaking of, I hadn't seen it yet. That's when my dad walked inside the house, holding an armful of heavy boxes. I quickly recognized the boxes as mine, since in large, cursive letters, I had written my name on the boxes. "Minah! Here's your stuff! Need me to bring them upstairs for you?" I nodded, and grabbed one box out of his arms, and started heading upstairs to my bedroom.
I opened the door to my bedroom, and I immediately stopped, looking around the room in awe. There were dark hardwood floors, just like in most of the other rooms in the house. All but one of the walls were painted a beautiful, silvery gray. The accent wall, which my bed was pushed up against, was painted a beautiful purple. There were 2 windows, and a decently-sized closet. My bed, my bedside table, my dresser, and my desk were already placed in the room. I smiled softly at the color scheme and the way that the room was arranged. But… It was still missing something. It was devoid of my stuff, my personal touch, my decorations.
I set the box that I was holding onto the bed, and walked back over to my dad to take the rest of the boxes. I set those on the bed too. I looked at my dad expectantly, trying to show that I wanted him to leave. Dad looked confused for a moment, before he realized what I wanted him to do. "Oh, you want me to leave, don't you? I guess that you want to decorate." I nodded, which meant that yes, I did want to decorate. He laughed at my eagerness to decorate, and ruffled my poofy hair.
"Alright, I'll go. I'm going to hook up the wifi router. See you in the funny papers, chickadee." And with that, he left the room, closing the door behind him. And then, I started to decorate.
~Time Skip~
An hour later, I was done decorating and putting away my stuff. I stood back as I admired my work. On the windows, I had put gray/white-patterned curtains and gray window shades. I had fitted my bed with its plain white sheets, a purple, galaxy-print bedspread, and a multitude of pillows. On the right of the bed, there was my white bedside table, with a vintage, stained glass lamp on top of it. On the left of the bed, there was a wide, white bookshelf with 5 shelves. On the top of the bookshelf, there was another vintage, stained glass lamp and multiple figurines from video games and fandoms. On the shelves, there are countless books, trinkets, and more. Across from the bed, there was my white dresser. On top of my dresser, there is an old AM/FM radio/alarm clock, a painting, and random trinkets and miscellaneous. In one corner of the room, there is my corner desk and my black office chair. On the desk, there is a black office lamp, my beloved laptop, multiple cups filled with writing utensils, and my arts + crafts supplies. On the walls of my bedroom, I had taped up my beloved posters. There was a Minecraft poster, Skyrim poster, Legend of Zelda poster, Ouran High School Host Club poster, Hetalia poster, Harry Potter poster, and a world map poster. As I looked around my bedroom, I felt a sense of pride in my work. I nodded in approval, and started heading downstairs, to hang out with my dad.