Dreaming Of(f) You

**Prologue**

I think everyone knows the feeling of being lost right? Whether it is at place you know like your own body, or a foreign site that you see for the first time; being lost always feels the same. Being lost describes so much more than just a physical state of being where you are at a point with no one in your life that supports you. It also indicates your own mental state of being.
As for the definition of lost, it says to be "unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts" but it also says "unable to be found". Now what that means, is singularly different for each and everyone out there.

Right now, I, who would have thought, do feel lost. However, that is because I just moved from my old home to my new home and not because of any cliché sobbing romance story. My family and I had to move due to my dad's work and for us to still be together the entire family decided to move. To top everything, the company for whom my dad works for didn't decide to make us move from one city to another or to neighboring countries, no they shipped us oversea. Now I am the lost European girl in this big ass country called America.

Great.

In addition, this all happened although I am in my last year of school and a switch of an entire school system is the last thing I need in my life right now. Every change in my life keeps me distracted from what is important, that being finishing school with merit, and for now I have enough changes and I do not need any more. I really do hope that this move is the last adjustment for the next year (one might think).

Currently my family and I are in our car driving the dreadful long way from the airport to our house. My eyes feel heavy from the lack of sleep I got the last couple of days. My eyes close almost automatically and I furrow my eyebrows and barely noticeable shake my head.  This move is just too much to comprehend right now. I try to focus on the soft tune that is currently streaming through my earphones into my ear. My breathing slows down and without any further ado I doze off. 

"Sky?" I feel someone softly nudging my shoulder; that someone is my mom.
"Honey?" my mom gently touches my cheek. I murmur in return.
"We are there" and with that I force my eyes to open. Bad decision. The bright sunlight stings my still sensitive eyes. I flinch and rub my eyes.

After yawning and stretching, I grab my bag next to me and climb out of the car.
My eyes directly focus on my parents, who are standing in our soon to be front yard. I give myself a push and join them, always making sure not to look up.

Feeling slightly nervous, I slowly bring my head to tilt upwards. I take the sight in front me into account and let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.