Floater

Gravel

This ride feels literally endless, but the more I look up this long road, the more of what looks to seem to be civilization. We then pulled onto a main road, where we were greeted by a fairly large cobble-stone sign, with Warsaw written across it in smoothed black lettering. I looked over to my grandpa who was smiling, when he spoke up, "Home sweet home darling", He said excitedly, sitting up straight and tightening his grip on the steering wheel. I sat up finally from my never ending slouch, and looked towards the curb, wait. "Is that what i think it is", I said, my mouth gaping open. Snow. It's snow. No way, it's only October. Oh god it's not even winter yet, I'm gonna die. I sat back surprised and continued to let my eyes explore the passing small businesses and houses, taking in he scenery. I'm used to the big buildings, the hour long traffic, the high ways. And that's not here, and it's actually not as small as I thought it'd be. It's decently sized, not too big, not too small, and I really like it. I think it's just what I need, a small house, in a small town, to get my hair together, and as we pulled into a gravel drive way I realized I was wrong about some of my information. This house is in no way small at all, it's huge, and it's got to be a two story at the most, I've never lived in a two story. "Welcome home sam", my grandpa said smiling at me, pulling next to a huge oak tree, and putting the car in park. I quickly stepped out of the car and walked out, being met by my smiling grandmother, and also goosebumps up my arms, even in my hoodie. It's so much colder than what I'm used to, and it's not even winter yet from what I've heard. I think I'm going to be just fine here. Small town, small family, big house, but cold weather. Yeah, that's gonna take a little getting used to.