Post by Oralee Hunter on Apr 2, 2007 20:45:40 GMT 7
Oralee set her two heavy suitcases down by the door to her new apartment.
"Well, here I am. Apartment eight," she said to herself with a small smile. Part of her was overjoyed. She had the chance to meet new people, make new friends and study the subject that she loves. Just thinking about that made her heart jump. But the other, smaller part of her felt homesick, already. She wanted to just run away, and go home. To her family, where she knew people, where she felt safe. Fear clouded her mind, but Oralee just shook her head.
"No, this is it. If I don't do this now, I never will." With a deep breath, Oralee took the new, silver key out of her pocket and pushed into into the keyhole. The lock clicked opened. Oralee reached forward and opened the door...and smiled to herself. Home, sweet home.
It was small, yes, but it was perfect. Who needed a big apartment with a million rooms when they could have a small yet cosy apartment to themselves? The walls were painted in a creamy kind of colour, making the room feel a bit bigger than it was. The floor was wooden, not dark, not light, but somewhere in between. A second-hand couch stood dead in the middle of the room. Something her parents had bought and sent ahead of her. The adjoining kitchen had the same flooring and colour scheme but it also had a pattern of cream and beige tiles just above the worktops. It was wonderful.
One problem. Unpacking. It was Oralee's least favourite thing. Ever. It was just so...boring. And extremely time consuming. But it had to be done. Oralee dragged her suitcases through the open door and then closed it behind her. Wow, they were heavy. She was amazed she'd been able to carry them here. But off to the bedroom the went. In here, the walls were cream as well, but there was one wall, behind the second hand bed that was cranberry red. It looked surprisingly nice. Oralee laughed at the mismatched furniture as she saw an old oak dresser. Her parents had the weirdest taste.
It took her half and hour to unpack everything. Not that long really, but long enough to be excruciatingly boring. Oralee jumped backwards onto her bed when she was finally done. That had been unexpectedly hard work. It had been a long day. Goodbyes, a long train journey, unpacking. Oralee felt herself drifting off, fully clothed. But she didn't care. She needed sleep...
"Well, here I am. Apartment eight," she said to herself with a small smile. Part of her was overjoyed. She had the chance to meet new people, make new friends and study the subject that she loves. Just thinking about that made her heart jump. But the other, smaller part of her felt homesick, already. She wanted to just run away, and go home. To her family, where she knew people, where she felt safe. Fear clouded her mind, but Oralee just shook her head.
"No, this is it. If I don't do this now, I never will." With a deep breath, Oralee took the new, silver key out of her pocket and pushed into into the keyhole. The lock clicked opened. Oralee reached forward and opened the door...and smiled to herself. Home, sweet home.
It was small, yes, but it was perfect. Who needed a big apartment with a million rooms when they could have a small yet cosy apartment to themselves? The walls were painted in a creamy kind of colour, making the room feel a bit bigger than it was. The floor was wooden, not dark, not light, but somewhere in between. A second-hand couch stood dead in the middle of the room. Something her parents had bought and sent ahead of her. The adjoining kitchen had the same flooring and colour scheme but it also had a pattern of cream and beige tiles just above the worktops. It was wonderful.
One problem. Unpacking. It was Oralee's least favourite thing. Ever. It was just so...boring. And extremely time consuming. But it had to be done. Oralee dragged her suitcases through the open door and then closed it behind her. Wow, they were heavy. She was amazed she'd been able to carry them here. But off to the bedroom the went. In here, the walls were cream as well, but there was one wall, behind the second hand bed that was cranberry red. It looked surprisingly nice. Oralee laughed at the mismatched furniture as she saw an old oak dresser. Her parents had the weirdest taste.
It took her half and hour to unpack everything. Not that long really, but long enough to be excruciatingly boring. Oralee jumped backwards onto her bed when she was finally done. That had been unexpectedly hard work. It had been a long day. Goodbyes, a long train journey, unpacking. Oralee felt herself drifting off, fully clothed. But she didn't care. She needed sleep...