Stay

One

I climb up the stairs, the elevator was taking too long and I cannot wait to get into my first apartment. My hands are sweaty and my heart is beating a little too fast than usual, but it's actually good, the feeling of being on your own. I keep thinking about a million different things while walking to the sixth floor, and get myself wondering about how my dad's doing, quickly brushing it off my mind, doesn't matter anyway.

I push the heavy door to get to the hallway, where a few steps from there, my door with the number 34 on it, is standing. Walking fast, I get there, grabbing the keys from my pocket and putting one of them into the lock, turning it around, opening the white wooden door, getting to see once again the inside of my small, but soon to be welcoming apartment.

The living room, conjoined with the kitchen, is big enough for a four seats couch, a coffee table, and a TV, which I've bought already and is yet to arrive from the store, hopefully today. I didn't opt for a dinner table, as the kitchen had a counter to set a limit for both ambients, but the four bar-like high stools I bought are already there, it gives the place a cool atmosphere in my opinion. I sit on one of them, staring out of the big white framed window on the other side of the room, when the doorbell rings.

The workers come in bringing the furniture that I picked out a few days ago, placing them in their respective places as I unintentionally overhear their conversation, something about an ex fellow worker named Carl losing his job over something stupid, when my mind wanders off to how it must be working with Juliana Alvarez, one of the best veterinarians in her area, and my boss from next week on. I was very lucky to get a place in one of her lectures in my senior year, and even luckier to get to talk to her after, impressing Mrs. Alvarez with my interest in her newest way to treat heartworms. Shortly after that, one of my teachers talked to her about my hard work at the university, getting me a job interview.

My thoughts get vanished away as Larry, one of the delivery men, come out of my bedroom followed by his coworker to tell me that they are done. I thank them and ask if they'd like a cup of coffee, I could quickly make it before they left for their next delivery, but the two of them politely deny it. I tip them in their way out, saying thanks one more time before the door is shut, leaving me alone in my new apartment.