The two weeks went by like that; I had packed all of my things, my parents found a house in England and they sold our house, I said goodbye to all of my friends. And like that we left our old lives in Colorado to start our new lives in England. I had never been on a plane before, the only trips we took were ones close enough to drive to because we didn't have the money. This was my first time and I was super excited and scared at the same time.
While on the plane I got about two hours of sleep during the ten-hour flight. Not consecutively but it was still a good amount. The rest of the time I spent watching movies, trying to go to sleep, listening to music, or in the bathroom thinking I was going to puke. Luckily, I didn't though. When the plane landed, my parents and I went to go get food. It was really weird to be driving on the left side of the road. What were the British people thinking when they decided this was a good idea?
We stopped at a diner to get some food. It was about 6:00 pm when we finished our food. "Check please" my father called out "So Y/N do you want to see the house?" my parents wouldn't show me what the house looked like before I got there. "YES!" I said excited, but all I really wanted was to be home in my room. I had been putting up a face for the past two weeks. After my father paid for the bill, he all got in the car and drove to the house.
It took about 20 minutes to get there. "Ok look out on your right." My mom tells me. "I immediately turn my phone off and look out the window. There were all of these big houses, they were probably normal sized houses to everyone else, but for me and my family, these were big houses. "Which one is ours?" I say as I look at each of the houses admiring the architecture. "The one with the bench swing on the porch" my dad tells me.
Once we park in the drive way, I open the car door and run to the front of the house, It was a beautiful house. It was painted white with cobblestone all around with the most adorable yellow shutters. This was literally my dream home. It was like my parents had read my mind. I open the door and go inside. We had sold most of our old furniture because it would just be cheaper to buy new furniture so the house was fully furnished.
It had an open interior, there was a light grey couch with matching yellow chairs is the living room, there was a beautiful white kitchen with marble counter tops and a giant fridge. The whole house has beautiful dark wood flooring. It was perfect. The inside of the house matched the outside of the house perfectly. There were so many windows everywhere. In our old house, there weren't that many windows, and the windows we did have, we covered up with certain because we had creepy neighbors.
I walked over into the living area and fell down on the couch. It was super comfy. "The rest of the main floor isn't furnished yet, but we thought we should go furniture shopping with you." My mom says as she enters the house pulling a suitcase. "Do you want to go see your room?" My dad said pulling a much larger suitcase. "I jump up off of the couch and run up the stairs. "Which one is mine" I yell down to my parents. "Farthest door on your left" my dad yells back at me.
I run into the room. It is almost twice the size of my room in Colorado. It has light grey walls and the same dark wood flooring. It currently only had a bed in it but I was so excited to decorate it. On one of the walls was this big window, I opened it to see if I could get to the roof from it. sure enough, I could. I sat up there for a few minutes as I looked at all of the surrounding houses and area. England really was a beautiful place. I got down from the roof and headed back in the house. I went downstairs and I found my parents on the couch talking about something, they were whispering so I couldn't really hear.
"How could we afford this?" I ask them. I was always aware of the state our family was in, and I knew that with my dad's old job, this house would be way out of the picture. "How much is your salary?" I keep asking them. "Y/N, the job I was offered, had a much larger salary, that it the whole reason I was fine with moving hear, because me and your mother wanted to give you a better life." My dad tells me.
I understood that they wanted me to have a great life, but I was happy back in Colorado, I was fine in the house we were living in, I was fine with the state of life we were in, but there is no changing that now. I open the front door to go outside. "Where are you going" my mother askes. "To go get my stuff out of the car." I tell my parents. As I say this my dad throws me the keys and says "Catch." Knowing me, I didn't catch the keys. I picked them up off the floor and went out to the car to get my bags.
I took my bags in my room and changed into some sweats and a sweatshirt since it was almost 9:30, which was when I usually tried to go to bed so that I might get some sleep at night. I was tossing and turning for about thirty minutes before I decided to get up. I went downstairs (running into a few things on the way because I hadn't gotten used to the house yet) to go make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of chocolate milk. I looked all around the kitchen and all we had was a few cookies that we got from the airplane, and a bag of something my mom bought at the airport called crisps.
I gabbed the bag of crisps and went back up to my room. I decided I wanted to look at the stars to I got up on the roof and opened the crisps. When I inspected further, they were just potato chips. "Why do British people call these crisps?" I say quietly to myself. I laid down looking at the sky. The stars seemed to be a lot brighter here than in Colorado, but that might be because I lived really close to Denver.
After ten or so minutes, I have eaten half of the bag of chips, and I hear a very loud voice shout "What is up everyone." When I hear this, I jolt up and whisper under my breath "Shit, I have an annoying neighbor"
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