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After the strange departure of Demetri the taxi driver (though with my wild imagination, he was anything but), I took my mind off said subject after by going shopping just this once to splash out. I went after getting signed in, getting my time table and doing whatever else I needed. I've never had the opportunity for a shopping spree before, as I'd saved all my spare money and the money my Mother and Phill chucked at me for my own future apartment in downtown New York.

Like I think I said before through my muse's ramblings, I have always known I wanted to go to New York, uni... not necessarily knowing what to study, but I knew I always wanted to go to "The City of Dreams." What I wasn't expecting was, my first conversation with a New-Yorker to be, "Welcome to The City of Hell!"

AAHH now it's back at the forefront of my mind, my inner thoughts. Fabulous. Fan-freaking-tastic. Just what I needed in a brand new city, an already wild imagination. He just had to set the bloody ball rolling didn't he? Was I scared? Perhaps a little bit. More wary. I'm a cop's daughter after all, and usually have a good judge of character on someone and usually... *snorts* (I must have done that out loud, as some strawberry blonde shot me a dirty look as she walked past. Eh. She looked all fake anyhow.) I *cough* TRY to evade trouble.

My father often joked that instead of using his mother's first name for my middle name, I should have been named Isabella Trouble Swan. He was dead set against me coming here, by the way. I just chose to ignore it and follow my dream. Just like he did his, by becoming Chief of some of town or city. On second thoughts, he had practically begged me to stay and go to one of the Universities near home.

I frown as I strolled the streets of New York, too lost in my own musings to enjoy my new home. GREAT. I'm finally here and my inner-musings and rambles, as I call them, won't be quiet. Yeah, yeah, I'm sad and can't switch off long enough for me to enjoy it, my dream.

I shook my head trying to clean out the storm brewing deep within the walls of my head and straightened my face, putting my furniture-buying head back on. I knew what I wanted, I had researched where to buy it, and where to find said store, before I came, and I'm now in operation bedazzle apartment mode.

I want to put in French grey and green furniture; the green for the bedroom, the grey for the kitchen with simple but real silver knives and forks with black handles and floral, spotted kitchen equipment. I love those little hanging flags you can decorate around the room just below the ceiling, too.

I want a huge corner sofa to take up most of one half of the sitting room, but it has to be corduroy material, not a horrible leather or any other sticky or slippery material.

I want a king size bed. I know the exact one too, with simple bedding. I would also like a forest feel throughout the house, so I will be ordering artificial blossom trees and fake Orchid plants. I might get real ones, but knowing me I will forget to water them .

My bathroom is also going to be white, mostly with low furniture and some colored drawers.

I also would like to get a massive fur rug for the sitting room and a 60" smart TV with a funk TV stand.

That's my plan, anyway. I'm determined to make it happen, too. Nothing is going to stop me in my path to better my screwed up past. I am going to be the girl I've buried deep down. The girl my father wished was a son, raised like a son, taught how to defend herself like a son. Spoke to like a son.

Don't get me wrong. Charlie Swan loved me, but he never treated me like a daughter, the way he should have.

I want my inner girl to come out. Bella. I'm not ISABELLA! I am simply just Bella. Bella Swan, aged twenty-one, new to New York City, me new home forever. My flat is mine, and mine alone. I paid it outright, I paid for MY stuff, it's in my name. It sure as hell isn't going to look like my father's home, or my mother's home, the few times I saw hers in my younger years for a couple of weeks in the summer. When my father made me go. And believe me, I made it known that I wasn't happy with the arrangement.

I can finally be me. Throughout my musing, I have finally bought all of my furniture; TV, TV stand, book case, computer desk (which can all thankfully be delivered) and bathroom furniture. I ordered my new kitchen to be fitted at the end of the week, so I'll be eating out for a while.

Now all I need is a bed, desk top computer, and all that jazz, which can hopefully be delivered today so I can start researching and studying to get ahead. My flat has two bedrooms, but I'm in no rush to do the spare room up after this. My main priority right now before school starts is to have the kitchen completed within one month's time.

I don't want cafeteria food, when school starts. I like cooking: lasagna, salads, you name it. My favorite salad has a raspberry dressing. I have lettuce, strawberries and breaded chicken, or just a simple potato salad. I can't wait to start playing around with old and new recipes. Maybe creating a few of my own.

Luckily, I am able to get my bed and everything delivered today, and last on my list is bedding, but I could carry that until I can get a taxi to my apartment for the first time.

I've also bought five pairs of jeans, leggings, tights, tops and a few leather jackets and cocktail, mini and floor length dresses. Shoes. All in all, I'm glad I WON'T have to do this again. For a VERY long time.

I hate shopping.