A/N: The third installment of my Lorelai diary inserts. What was going through her mind the night she left the Gilmore's? Here's my take.

Disclaimer: I can dream and wish I owned them, but that really doesn't do much good.

May 29, 1985

I can't believe I actually did it. I know I've been talking about this for months now, hell years really, but seriously for months and tonight I finally did it. I left. I couldn't stand it anymore. The criticism, the constant nagging, and everything else that comes with being a single, teenage mother trying to raise her daughter in the Hartford society circle.

So, I left.

I packed my bags, gathered all of Rory's stuff, emptied my bank account and left tonight after dinner.

Can I just tell you how difficult it is to juggle a seven month old, a suitcase, a diaper bag, and a purse? It was an adventure, a damn hard adventure. Luckily this older guy at the bus stop helped me. I'm not sure what he was doing there, because he got in a car after helping me a drove away, but I'm so thankful he was there.

I didn't catch his name, but his eyes and smile will be embedded in my memory forever. They were the eyes of a caring father, his sad smile spoke like he knew my situation and felt for me. I wonder what his life must be like to carry that sad of a smile.

Anyways, back on subject here. Yup, so I left. I left a note for my parents a few scrawled words so they wouldn't worry too much about me.

Dear Richard and Emily,

I'm sorry but I had to leave. I can't raise Rory in this life. I don't want to raise Rory in this life. Thank you for sticking by me so far. We'll be fine.

Lorelai

Yup, that's all I said. Not descriptive, not too informal, just something to let them know I didn't get kidnapped or anything like that. I'm sure that note won't keep them from looking for me, but I'm praying that they don't find me. I don't want to go back. I can't go back. That would be far worse than anything so far.

So, right now I'm sitting near the back of this slightly smelly bus, which I spent half of my money on a ticket for, Rory asleep in the seat next to me, heading to who knows where. There are several stops along this route that I'm considering, but I'm so tired right now that I can't decide. The bus seems to be fairly empty tonight. I guess most people don't travel to places at night; I certainly wouldn't have if it could be helped.

Stars Hollow.

That is were I'm going to get off, Stars Hollow. Doesn't it sound just romantic? There seems to be something magical about the name and I'm hoping I can pull some of that magic into my life.

God knows I need it.

I should be hitting the town in about another ten minutes according to the agitated bus driver. I don't blame him for being annoyed with me tonight though, Rory and I are now the only ones on the bus and if we would have gotten out at the last stop he'd be on his way home now, but I just couldn't. Woodbury? Doesn't seem as magical and fantastic as Stars Hollow, so of course, Stars Hollow won out anyways and we're still here.

Oh, and I didn't tell Chris I was leaving. Guess I didn't mention that yet huh? Sure, I'd broached the subject to him a few times over the last couple months, but he doesn't have a clue that I actually did it. I guess I should tell him huh? He is her father after all.

He's her father by DNA and that's it.

I'm glad I didn't marry him. Besides the fact that I really don't feel that way about him, he's been a pretty shitty father to Rory so far. I can't believe it really. When I told him I was pregnant and when I assured him and his parents that I was indeed keeping her, he promised he'd be there for it, for it all.

Yea, he hasn't.

Can I blame him? Hell yeah. I understand he's a senior in high school, preparing to graduate in the next few weeks, and he didn't expect to be a father at such a damn young age, but still. He's a shitty father. He told me last week that he had decided on a college. Stanford. In California. I'm sure Straub had a lot to do with that decision. Straub wants Chris as far away as he can get him from Rory and me.

And yet he said he wanted to be involved in his daughter's life. Yeah right. That's going to be a little bit hard since he'll be across the damn country.

That's probably part of the reason I didn't bother to tell him.

Oh, did I tell you? The proposal count is up to thirty now and that includes another proposal when he told be about California.

Is he really that stupid?

Don't answer that Lorelai; don't answer that, try to be nice. He still is her father after all.

Does he really not understand that since I turned down his proposal the first twenty some times another one is not actually going to help him? If he didn't, he's a hell of a lot stupider than I thought then.

Shit, here's my stop. Stars Hollow. Let's see what this town is going to be all about.

One Hour Later

It's been one hour. Only one hour since I stepped out of that musty bus into this magical town.

And it really is magical.

The reason I feel so strongly about this town already? You really want to know. Okay, okay I'll tell you.

I've got a job already.

Yes, you heard that correctly. I, Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, daughter of Richard and Emily Gilmore, decedents from the Mayflower, have a job.

I'm a maid at the Independence Inn, which sits on the outskirts of Stars Hollow.

After stepping off the bus in the middle of the town square I was completely mesmerized. The town gazebo was covered with frosted twinkle lights that brighten an otherwise dark town. Glancing down at the watch on my wrist I chuckled, it wasn't even ten o'clock and the town seemed to be asleep already. I wandered around for a bit, not sure where to go or how to get there. All I knew was I needed to find somewhere to sleep and to change and feed my now fussy, awake daughter.

"Can I help you sugar?" a husky voice asked from behind me. When I turned I came face to face with a short, pudgy woman who was pulling a wagon behind her in which a cat sat perked on a bed of pillows. The woman was accompanied by a tall and gangly man with dark sunglasses on, even though the sun had long since set. To say I was amused would be a severe understatement.

"I'm looking for a place to stay," I answered holding Rory close to my chest, "I just arrived in town."

"Oh well that's easy," the woman answered. "The only place in town would be the Independence Inn on Chestnut. Just down there."

I followed her extended hand with my eyes and nodded slowly.

"You'll want to ask for Mia," she told me, "she is the owner of the place and tell her Babette, that's me, sent ya."

"Thanks," I replied quietly, "I appreciate it."

"Of course sugar," she said as I walked away, "good luck."

That short conversation with the interesting couple led me to Mia and to the greatest thing that could happen.

I have a place to stay. Granted it isn't anything that my parents would approve of, but it's mine. It's a small, little place on the inn grounds. The owner, Mia, told me it was refurbished from a potting shed to a 'playhouse' for her sons when they were younger and had to go to work with her. It was running water and electricity and a bed. It's perfect.

I have a place to stay and call home and I have a job.

Magic I told you, this town is magic.

A/N: I'm glad to hear that so many people are actually liking this story, these little inserts in Lorelai's life. I wasn't sure if they'd get read at all, but I like getting those little emails that say review, so please? It's really not difficult and they make my day! Leave some love!