Ch 2: A Sense Of Comfort

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I've always read that New Orleans was always called the "big easy" and now I know why.... it's fucking huge! I've seen it in pictures and on that dreaded contraption called TV but I never would've expected it to be this big in person. It makes my hometown look tiny, it doesn't have all of the fancy buildings like New york and it has a very historic atmosphere to it and it is a lot hotter.

I make my way through town looking at all of the different buildings to familiarize myself of what kind of stores, restaurants, bars and cafes it has to offer. Better to start now rather than later although I am sooo ready to get to my new home, unpack and most importantly get some sleep. Thanks to the GPS on my phone I finally reached my destination. The house looked exactly like it did in the picture when I found it on the web. An old log cabin that sits on an acre of land with few neighbors around which is a good thing because I like privacy and it is within walking distance of the hunting grounds.

After I pulled into the driveway and shut off the ignition I jumped out of the truck opening the back so it would be easy for me to unload my belongings and went to unlock the door of my house. Luckily there was a little bit of daylight left for me to unload my truck thankfully I didn't own a lot of stuff mostly books, my radio with a record player, various records of different artists that I've listened to growing up and what not.

After several trips from the truck to the house I finally had all of my belongings inside. The first thing I put into place after unloading was my queen sized bed because I am exhausted from the long ass drive. I left my home town at seven o' clock no make that eight o' clock in the morning cause I really didn't want to get up. But I made it in one piece and I still can't believe that I'm actually here. Although I did run into a few idiots along the way who apparently either didn't know how to drive, use a signal or even knew how to use the gas pedal on the right but I digress.

I looked at the time on my phone to see that it was almost eight and decided to take a break from unpacking and look around. The cabin was surprisingly bigger on the inside, not that you could really tell from outside but it was cozy none the less. Two bed, two bath, basement and a shed out back. I went to my master bathroom to find a very nice claw bath tub that was surprisingly still in very good condition with an adjoining shower head, new sink, toilet and cabinets. The kitchen, living, dining and laundry rooms were small but suitable for me since I probably won't have very many people over any way. It was to dark to go to the shed and the basement so I decided to check out the guest bathroom and bedroom.

The guest bath was about the same minus the claw bathtub and the bedroom had a queen sized bed along with a couple of bookcases and a desk. I go to lock the door and notice on my way back that there is a picture sitting on the mantle above the fire place. I reach for the picture to take a closer look at it. It was a picture of a mother and her son. Judging from the attire that they were wearing it looked like they were living in the 1920's but that wasn't the strange part.

"No father?" I whispered to myself.

I felt a little tug in my chest looking at the mother. It felt like for some strange reason I knew her but I'm not sure as to why. Her son looked to be about 18 maybe and was so handsome especially with that smile. He had brown hair and eyes, rounded glasses that sat atop his nose and a tan color to his skin that resembled the color of a deer. I couldn't help but stare at him. Who was he ? What happened to him? What did he do ? It was like I was drawn to him for some reason.

I took the picture back with me to my room and placed it on my night stand next to my phone. I grabbed some pj's and went to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. I climbed into bed and looked at the picture one last time before I turned out my light and went to bed wondering what this feeling was in my chest and fell into a deep sleep.


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