I sit in the passenger seat as just me and mom move half the country because my mom has a new job at the mayo clinic as a low paying nurse she used to work as a dishwasher at some local bar. This adventure could be exciting I never left my small town before . soon i sit down in the passenger seat . I waved to my friends I mean most of us Meet when we were eight Or seven or maybe even six and now most of us are forteen I'm going to miss them in my small me and friends had so many adventures together in the same town of mule it's called Mule for a reason they are fucking ton of them. Soon I head off and I watch out the window as the fields turn into small town back to fields .and as falcon flies over the field with its wings open out and gliding free I always have admired this species of bird I have studied a book on birds of Idaho but as I am moving to Rochester , Minnesota I am looking forward to seeing what other birds species are in Minnesota? I think this bird is peregrine falcon soon just after a few seconds the bird is no longer visible. I sit there listening to music while watching out the window. but really not much to see sure there a small town here and there but they all look the same really they all have a church a bar and gas station and a couple of houses, the Midwest must have a small town starter pack or something you really can't convince me it's not the same thing. But maybe if you lucky you see a windmill or who am I kidding the Midwest is fucking infested by windmills! Apart from that the fields oh my god the stretches of just fields This area like hundreds years ago people would come here to start a new life but most them went insane I mine and just seeing empty grass for miles would make me go insane and am so glad that I don't have to live in the middle of just empty fields of fucking grass,
As the sun lowers and begins to set the sky lights up and to shads of orange, red and yellow stripes light up the sky like a bacons of lights."mom it is kind of getting late can we stop at a motel or something "i said"umm... sure Jackson all see what on the next exit " mom replied. Soon I enter a small room the desk at the front are covered with clutter and a small tan sofa which I sit down my mother also enters and a small little old man with a large gray mustache sits at the desk "so how many I help you fine folks today " the man really with a thick Boston accent strange for Southwest Minnesota "oh can I get a room ...how much " my mother replies " Okily Dokily...40 dollars please" the man says with a big smile. My mother pulls out two twenty bills and hands it the man and the man hands the keys"thank you, you folks have a good night " I walked down the breezeway into see the door that labeled 34 "so that the room " mother say as she opens the door. The paint has brown with aged and two bed's lay there with Taki beige floral fabric and on the popcorn ceiling a old lightbulb lay there but I never know why they were called popcorn ceilings ceilings my guess would be that they look like popcorn but I don't even know what I'm yapping about. And I lay there on the bed and slowly fall asleep.
