Artemisia

Beginning

~A lost lamb has appeared in the meadow~

I heard beautiful singing. I reached out toward the figure that danced before me, only to pull my hand back again. The song was not meant for me. The person singing in front of me was covered by the sun. I wonder why I am always dreaming of her. I assumed that she was beautiful just from the way her voice sounded. We would always be in the middle of a field of flowers. It was beautiful, but the dream always ended whenever a man would walk toward her. The same two people in my dream. He would always approach her from behind. She would always turn to face him and although the sun would be blinding, I could see the smile on her face when he held her hand. Then everything would fade to black and I would awaken.

My eyes fluttered open as the sun was streaming in through the blinds. I turned to my nightstand to see that it was seven in the morning. I sighed and put my arm over my eyes to shield it from the sun. Hoping to get a few more hours of sleep, I closed my eyes once more. Unfortunately, my internal alarm was screaming at me to wake up. However, I stayed in bed thinking about what I had just dreamt. It felt like I was Alice in Wonderland, always dreaming the same dream. However, this wasn't a nightmare. It felt familiar? I saw the scene play out over and over and over again in my dreams. How could it not be familiar? It felt nostalgic even. I would always wake up with a warm feeling as if I were the one dancing in the sun.

Uncovering my eyes, I sat up in my bed and looked around my room. There were cardboard boxes aligning the walls, stacked up to the ceilings. Unpacking was the least of my worries at this point because I wouldn't be living here for long anyway. In a year, I would be off to college so packing and unpacking would be a hassle. Only the essentials are necessary. If everything is packed away then I have less to worry about before I graduate high school and move to a dorm.

Either way I never understood the reason why my parents never wanted me to get homeschooled. I mean I understand them wanting me to have a normal life, or whatever they thought was normal for a girl who transfers to a new school almost every two months. The longest record, before moving, was a semester. My parents both work as traveling historians. Whatever kind of research it is, they will travel far and wide. Maybe that's where I get my love of reading from. I practically grew up in their study and followed them to whichever library they did their research in.

Currently, the newest destination for research is in the ruins of Camelot and King Arthur's final resting place. Haha, just kidding, we're in a small town called Erudian. It's located somewhere in England, I just don't know where. Geography was never my thing anyway. We just happened to be located in the middle of nowhere because we were basically in what people would call a collegetown. However, there wasn't a college around. It was a boarding school city in my opinion because that's the only thing around. Well there was that and a small town square where everyone would gather. The town surrounded the school, but my house was more in the middle of nowhere. My commute to and from school would take me about two hours. That was one of the best things a girl could ever ask for; having to wake up at 5A.M. just to make it to school on time. Note there was sarcasm involved.

Although, I will say that I was never a big fan of big cities. I always loved smaller ones because of the secrets they may be holding. Truly, they are the hidden gems of the world.

The one big city that I truly enjoyed living in was London, England. I was born and raised there up until the age of five. I mean past the age of three is the time you start remembering everything and I guess my parents wanted me to have a more fulfilled childhood. Although those memories were short lived, they were still my fondest ones. We used to live in my grandparents' home until both of my parents got offered the job to do research overseas in the United States. My grandparents didn't want me to live away from my mum and my dad. Neither did my parents, so I got dual citizenship with them and was whisked away to wherever they were transferred. I mean don't get me wrong, I love the aspect of visiting new places. It is also obviously a child's dream to see the world, but the truth is, moving away and never building connections makes it seem like being alone is the only option for this kind of life.