I have always wanted to leave my town. To be away. Away from everything. I thought the second I'd have freedom I'd be happy. I'd have a life. I just turned 18. Im an adult now. Free. The second the clock struck for my official birth day, I ordered plane tickets to California. I've saved my money since I was ten. I never spent it, not even a dime. I had my reasons though. I was planning for this, to leave everyone behind and live in CA. I always loved the thought of it, being alone living in a house in a nice area. It's almost like a sense of freshness. Like a life renewal.
It's now been a week since I got my tickets to leave for CA. I packed all my stuff and I'm on the plane. I left my "old life" behind me. After the 6 hour flight I got off the plane. I felt a bit jet lagged but that's mainly because I hadn't slept for two days and the flight on top of it is weighing on me. I walked in the airport and got my bags. I got a taxi to a hotel. I rented out a room for the night and settled in. I lied on the bed staring at the ceiling. I started to drift to sleep.
It's my first morning in Cali. I have enough money on my card and saved up to live at least, a year here without a job. And let me tell you. That's a lot of fuckin money. I came to the decision that I'm just gonna go house hunting today. I could definitely get a house and furniture and shit, I'd just need to get a job sooner. So be it I guess. I got another taxi into the busy central of town and decided to go out for breakfast. I went to a little café that had like no people in it. I went to the counter and ordered a VENTI COOKIE COFFEE. I paid and sat down in a little booth and drank my "breakfast". I went out of the café and wondered around town looking for places with for sale signs. There were like no houses around to buy. Only apartment type complexes. I said fuck it and went into this big ass place. I looked in the lobby and saw a few apartments were for sale. I asked about seeing them and was taken to go look at them with this sorta bitchy cunt named "Veronica". Like Ew. Even her name made me hate her. We looked at three complexes and I still didn't like a single one. But we got to this one. I knew I loved it the second I walked in. It was roomy but cozy and I loved it. I said I would take it. She gave me the papers to sign. It took like an hour I handed them to her with the cash. I stood there watched her count it and she handed me the apartment key. I was excited. Everything felt rushed but I sorta liked it. I put the key in my pocket and left my new building to go get my shit from that hotel I stayed at. I took a taxi back there and checked out. I got my last taxi back to my apartment and went inside. I was a little tired and drained from looking at all the apartments. I couldn't sleep in my apartment per-say. There was like no furniture except for a stove, shower, two sinks, and a fridge that came with the apartment. I'm buying all new stuff though. I have the money for it considering I only got an apartment and was supposed to get a house. I decided to just stay up and go furniture shopping tomorrow.
