Chapter 3: New Home
I shut the door of the car and it made that sound again, please don’t crumble! Luckily it didn’t and I found myself looking up at the dull skies. I figured it might rain but I just convinced myself it was just cloudy in the broad daylight. I turned to the two story cottage house, giving that homey feeling just from the outside view, ash color with white highlights, a garden just right at the front.
Looks pretty good, I never stayed in a personal house before I was sure there were no rules from the landlord and stuff, back in Washington the apartment we stayed at was filled with rules from our owner, like ’you’re not allowed with loud music, you might wake up the cat?’. I cringed by the mere thought of it.
My eyes scanned the environment, there were other houses but they were covered by trees. The sound of birds chirping everywhere, and the wind was calm and cool.
"It’s so quiet," I said, closing my eyes, feeling the breeze against my skin, no car horns or a yelling man across the street. It was just... good.
"Yeah but the festive period isn’t," Vanessa said, dragging my bags to the door.
"You really don’t have to carry all that"
"Don’t worry, I got it" she dragged them into the house.
It took a minute before I stepped in, it was nice and clean, not what I expected, it was spacious and had all the furniture you would need, hands in my pocket as my eyes skimmed through the living room. So this was my mom’s house before she moved to the city, taking in everything and sighing deeply. I also noticed some dream-catcher thingy hanging just at the windows, even the living room had too, seems like some sort of decor.
"Emma" I whirled, Vanessa was on the stairs smiling.