Moving In
"Thank you for flying with Delta Air Lines," a woman says over the speakers as my (now legal guardian) Casey and I walk through the terminal and to the baggage pickup.
"You excited Candy?" Casey asks me. She knew that I could hardly stay still the whole trip.
"Ummm, how about yes!" I say to her.
She giggles. "There are our things," she say, pointing at the baggage as it come closer to us.
I grab my two chromium suitcases (dark red and black) off of the belt along with a large grey duffle.
Once we have our things, we walk outside.
I stop and take in a large breath, breathing in the fresh and slightly salty air.
"Candy, come on!" Casey says. She's standing by a black Cadillac SUV Escalate, loading her baggage into the bag. I quickly follow her and hop in.
We talk with our Uber driver a bit, and soon enough, we pull up into the driveway of beautiful house. Or more like a moderate mansion. The exterior is white, with light gray stone and dark wood accents. Each window and door is framed with black bar and there are a bunch of tiny plants growing on the healthy green grass of the lawn.
Casey and I hop out, thanking and paying the driver before taking our luggage and heading inside.
Here in America, it's about 11:30 in the afternoon, and I slept on the plane, so I am (for once) not tired.
Casey and I start exploring the house, leaving our luggage by the front door. She finds the master bedroom and claims it for herself, and I find the second largest bedroom.
We had most of our stuff shipped here, and the stuff we couldn't ship, we just replaced. There's a new queen size bed setup directly where I would have wanted it. The room is basically it's own section of the house. The ceiling tilts up in an A-frame and some cute wooden beams decorate the ceiling.
I start setting all of my stuff up. Things such as hanging framed photos and fairy light with command hooks and making my bed. I unpack the majority of my clothes, hanging them up and/or folding them and placing them in my dresser.
"Candy!" Casey yells from the kitchen. "Hurry up and get ready to go! I'm hungry! You can finish unpacking later!"
I roll my eyes before grabbing a change of clothes and my toiletries from my suitcase before heading to the bathroom.
I take a quick shower and brush out my hair, putting it in a low braid.
I slip on a pink tank top, light blue jean shorts, an open light grey cardigan, and a thin gold chained necklace with a candy charm that rests on my collarbone. I slip on a pair of black ankle socks and white Adidas before heading into the kitchen where Casey is waiting.
"Finally!" She says. "They already have a car here for us, apparently."
We step through a door into the connected garage to reveal a white Mercedes Benz and a cherry red Chevy pick-up.
I slide into the passengers seat of the chevy.
"Where to?" I ask her.
"Starbucks bitch."
