We walked through the door of the house and right away I knew my dad was mistaken with his earlier statement. The house was small, no matter how you looked at it. The stairs wined painfully as I made my way to the upper level, which held the bedrooms. I could hear the voices of Thomas and Lily echoing from the downstairs kitchen but paid it little attention. I carefully made my way through the various doorways peeking in just barely to see if I had stumbled upon my room. On the top of the stairs was a landing with a window seat that looked out to the darkening sky and the forest that surroundsed the house. I stood there momentarily and watched as the first drops of rain made their appearance. I then continued on my search for my room, which I found easily, to the left of the landing. I walked inside expecting little other than a bed and perhaps a desk.

The walls of my bedroom were painted a pale yellow with a delicate flower trimming following the uppermost border. In the middle of the room sat a mattress on a bed frame without sheets or a blanket and aside it sat a small bedside table that matched the distressed white paint of the bed frame. In the right hand corner of the room was a desk also painted a faded white, and attached to it was a mirror. I had one window that stretched across the majority of the Northern wall and was covered with a lacey curtain. I put my suitcase, which had condensed from the trip on my bed and walked over to the window. I pulled the curtains back and opened my window easily. The smell of the rain, which was falling heavily now, filled my room and expelled the stuffiness it once contained. I breathed in deeply and looked around the small room. It was comfortable and despite its dainty appearance I knew that I could be happy here. My dad came up, without Lily, which I appreciated, and smiled gently at me.

“Thanks for doing this bud, it means a lot.” I smiled back worried that if I spoke my words would come out broken and tired.

“Ill let you get settled then, I already moved the boxes into the hallway and if you didn’t already know your bathroom is just outside to the left.” I nodded and smiled again and waited for him to shut the door.

When I heard his footsteps making their way down the old, creaking stairs I collapsed on my bed and shut my eyes tight. Even if I had a nice room, this was going to be one serious adjustment.

I woke up nearly 8 hours later around 2:30 in the morning. My window was still open and the floor around it was drenched in rainwater. I got up quickly and shut my window. I flipped on the light and looked around, my room needed some work. So, I quietly opened my door and began to shift boxes from the hallway into my room. I spent the rest of the night unpacking things and placing them in their appropriate spots. By morning my closet was stuffed tight with clothes my desk was covered with pens and notebooks and my computer and my bed was covered with a fluffy white comforter. I was placing a picture of my mom and me on Christmas morning, on my desk when my door opened and my dad walked in.

“I see you sorted out well.” He said, too cheerfully considering it was now 6:30 in the morning. “Yup” I said looking around my room,

“ Its almost exactly the same size as my old room.” I continued to say, a bit shocked by the roughness of my voice.

“Well good, I’m glad you’re settling in. Lily and I are going to go get things sorted at the hardware store, you’re welcome to come.”

I looked at him anxiously, “Umm No dad,” I said now looking down, “I think I’ll just explore a bit if that’s ok.” Smiling almost inappropriately for the conversation being had my dad said, “of course that’s fine, there is one thing I want to show you though after you get ready.” He then smiled at me once more and closed my bedroom door.