The plane landed and I came out of my daze. I try not to think of him too much anymore because even after 3 years it still hurts. After that summer, when I visited my grandmother again, I found out that he had moved. To where, I never did find out. But after that summer I hadn't seen him again, nor had I ever even talked to another guy. I picked up my carry-on, which was a leather messenger bag that was my favorite. It was my grandmothers when she was my age, so it meant a lot to me when she gave it to me along with many other things for my 16th birthday present. Which was last month. There was no need to go to luggage claim because all of our things we being sent over from America and being sent to our new house. Which I still haven't had the luxury of seeing. My dad hailed a cab because we sold our car to buy a new one in Ireland, our new home. My dad gave the address to the cab driver, and when we went to drive up a curving driveway with trees all around it I noticed a black car parked across from the driveway. I couldn't tell what kind of car it was, but I just pushed it to the back of my brain and forgot about it. But when we pulled up to a house with a rap around porch and two rooms with balconies, each on opposite sides of the house, I was stunned to find out that this was our new home. It was a lot bigger than I had imagined it to be. This was the home I had always longed for. My dad paid the cab driver and we got out of the cab.
"Well, here we are." My dad said as he led the way to the porch.
The house was kind of on a hill with forests all around it. The front yard was decent sized, but the back yard was much bigger. You couldn't see the house from the road, nor could you see the neighbor's house. In the winter you could just make out the neighbors house through the dense trees since the leaves had all fallen off, but even then it was hard to see. We walked into the house, and oh was it amazing. You walk in and there's a big staircase on the left. On the right was the grand dining room, which was connected to the kitchen. The family room was also on the left, a very huge room with a grand fireplace. And through glass doors, which were connected to the family room, was a study, which would probably host my dad's desk, his computer, and his many books. The room ultimately would become his office. Which was fine with me because I had two big bookshelves for all my books and my own laptop.
I left my parents in the entry way so that I could go find my room. When I first got to the top of the stairs I noticed there was a room right at the top, I figured this to be the master bedroom, so I walked on. I went down a hall looking in through different doors. There were two bathrooms upstairs, one connected to the room at the beginning of the hall and the other a little smaller and connected to the room at the end of the hall. When I saw the room at the end of the hall I knew it was mine. It had plain white walls and a big bed. The room was still pretty big. I didn't have many clothes so I wouldn't have any dressers, I would just put all of my clothes in my closet, which I assumed were the two doors on the one side of the room. On the one side I decided I would put my desk and a little farther down the wall I would put my two bookshelves. On the one side of the wall, there were two glass doors that leaded to the balcony. It was a gorgeous view from the balcony. Mainly the view consisted of forest but that day the view looked amazing. Even though I now lived in the one place I always wanted to live, and I had a place I could truly call home, something was still missing.
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