Forever Isn't Just A Word

Chapter One: New Start

"Why did the elevator have to be broken?" I grumbled to myself. I rolled my eyes and looked around the huge boxes that were blocking my vision. 

I sighed as I carefully watched my step. Why did I have to be so short? I was only 5.4 1/2, making my short legs working at an impossible rate to try not to trip over my own clumsy feet. I only lived on the fourteenth floor of the apartment building. Carrying so many boxes up there wasn't helping in anyway. 

I, to my surprise, saw not one person on my way. I soon realized why. I was moving, and wasn't the quietest person in existence. I guess no one wanted to help. Understandable. I wouldn't want to help me either. This was my last box anyways. 

I walked up the last flight of stairs, completely out of breath. I never did do good in any exercise-related anything. I faced the wall by my door, the box between my stomach and the wall. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my keys. I only had a few keys on it, but they all looked the same. 

I put a key in the lock, it didn't fit. I sighed. I tried the next one. Failed again. I could feel the hot sensation covering my cheeks, the thought of someone seeing made me blush even harder. I fumbled around and tried the next key. To my luck, it was the one to my apartment. 

I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding in and put my keys in my pocket, shifting my hands underneath the box. I picked it up and carried to box quickly into the apartment. I closed the door with the heel of my foot. 

I sighed out again, looking at this apartment. It was small, but perfect for me. 

There was a huge open window across the other wall with some doors that led out into a small balcony, large curtains were already in place, but right now they were all open. To my left was a small kitchen, an island with a couple stools pulled up instead of a table. 

Where there was supposed to be a table was where I as going to set up my music-making/playing equipment. To my right was where I managed to 3-person leather couch in front of a TV resting against the wall on the floor. Behind was a hallway that lead into a bedroom with a bathroom connected to both the bedroom and the hallway. Then there was a closet across from the bathroom, a smaller room beside it.  

I set the box on the coffee table. I looked at the back window to see some mountains. Yes, there were buildings in-between here and there. But the mountains were clearly in view and looked very nice. But with the sun high in the sky, I closed the curtains that blocked out half of the light. 

I sat down and evened out my breathing. I'd been moving in since Sunday, and that was three days ago. I'd been sleeping in an uncomfortable hotel bed that had scratchy sheets and stiff pillows. Don't even get me started on the mattresses. I'm a picky person, and how I sleep is no exception. 

I got back up and opened up the front door. Just a duffel bag and suitcase left and everything would be up in here. I ran down the stairs, cursing again that the elevator was still out of order. Not that it would fix itself in under 10 minutes, I thought to myself as I ran out to my car. 

I grabbed my last things and locked my car, walking up to the front of the building. I dragged my feet with dread up the stairs one last time. 

By the time I got to my room, I was even more exhausted. Moving was never the easiest. Not that I had a lot of things. The place came with most of the furniture. Although, I had to bring my own microwave.   

I locked the front door as I slumped back into the couch. I had boxes piling up in here, most of what I had for my bedroom. I had a box full of dishes and another one full of basic cooking utensils. I had a few boxes of my own personal belongings of pictures, decorations, covers for my bed, etc. I had my biggest boxes full of musical equipment. My duffel bag had my bathroom supplies like shampoo, toothbrush, pills, comb, hairspray, makeup (although I don't over-wear makeup), etc. My suitcase had the daily clothes, and another box had extra clothing. I had another box or two full of other things I'd need, but to say the least, right now, I just had unpacking to do.