Drive to a new town

As we drove, my body was pierced by my mind's excitement and anxiousness.  The drive was only ten minutes, but I have never been filled with so much emotion before.  As we drove past the bustling roads of my birth-town, my mind twirled and spun like a tornado.  Finally, we were at the intersection that signaled the next town over.  To me, this was not just the next town over.  To me, my heart bustled and beat for this town.  This town offered me hope deep down to the bones.  We drove past a corn field and I smiled.  The corn field reminded me of restricted freedom. You are free to blow in the wind, but rules hold you down.  The beautiful and talented get picked out of the bunch to be harvest to the higher tables of society.  

As my dad reached the 50 miles per hour sign, I noticed there were less cars.  This pleased my soul. We passed the first house in this town.  It was small and gray and in it's driveway there were 5 cars.  This home reminded me of my birth-town.  Small in land, big in population size, and dull.  Slowly, the passing houses began to follow each other with a deep gap in between each.  I thought about my family's journey today and where it would take us.  

The speed limit eased to 40 and my mom talked super fast out of excitement, so fast I could not understand her.  We reached the side road called Lonesome Pines and turned onto it.  As we rounded a bend on Lonesome Pine, the road name changed to Grassy Branch.  My dad kept repeating we would be made fun of if we bought a house on this street because of the name.  Two little streets that were like one offered me big dreams.  Dreams of having a clean slate in a new place where nobody knows who I am.  Dreams of a perfect house for my family.

A red pick-up truck sat in the driveway of the house with the for sale sign in front.  The house stood tall and proud.  The house was white with cherry-red shutters.  There was one area of the house that was shaped like a castle turret.  The street had lots of trees on one side and was quiet.  Our real estate agent stepped out of the pick-up truck.  He stood tall and was bald.  I always loved seeing his smiling face and hearing his wise talk.  Also, I enjoyed his jokes that always made my day, whether the house we were seeing was good or bad.

"My brother lives down the street.  I know you guys love quiet.  This neighborhood beyond beats quiet.  Plus a hot tub comes with the house." our real estate agent, Aaron, said in his usual joking way he always used before showing us a house.

As we walked up the path to the porch, my feet found patterned cement and my nose found the scent of fresh flowers.  The house stood to the left of the flower bed.  The flower bed lined the long and skinny sidewalk.  We reached the porch with the overhang and my jaw dropped at how, so-far, this home was perfect for my family.  The porch was big and right now supplied two rocking chairs.  

"Super cute." My mom called, already half-way in the house.

The first thing you see when you walk in the house is the staircase to the right.  To the left you can view a decent sized dining room.  The light-colored hardwood floor led into another area straight ahead.

As we toured the house, my family was awed with how it matched all our needs.  

Now, that first tour of the house is a blur.  My family took a second tour and found things we did not see the first time.

The second time, my family was all full of talk of their plans for their section of their house.  My 21-year old brother could now have an in-law suite.  I could have a craft room and​ a bedroom.  My parents could have a mastersuite now.

My birth-town was a decent house, but always had problems.  Things breaking out of age.  Old air conditioning.  Boy, was that a hot summer.  A broken lamp-post.  Not enough space for the family of four that my family is.  Beautiful yard.  The house for sale was all the opposite, except the yard.  The yard had a frog pond next to a patio divided into two sections.  One section had a covered patio sitting area and the other area had the hot tub.  Each tree in the yard was spread out.  Every tree was a different tree.

A month passed and the offer was accepted.  Excited, my family order an incpection.  Now, we have lots of plans coming true.  Also, a school of only 780 kids.  My mind is filled with excitement as I picture reducing from a high school of almost 3,000 down to near 800.  My heart beats with new hope and dreams.