The colorful touch

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I don't want to do this. I have to wake up at 4 am to get to the train station to move to the other side of the country, to leave all my friends behind and the house I grew up in. I am going to live in my grandma's childhood home, it's a big house (the only pro) with a barn and it's so fucking far from society, the nearest mall is about an hour away. I'm not that materialist as I appear to be, but being so far in the future and technology, living in the countryside (and in the middle of a forest, like what is wrong with the people that designed the place) is not the best thing that could ever happen to you. My sister, on the other hand, started crying when dad told us we were going to move, she is so materialist that if you told her that you would give her a million bucks just to make her not wear her expensive clothes and accessories, she would tell you no because without them she can't live.
My grandma is super excited to go back home, she probably still knows everyone that lives there, she said that when you grow up in places like that it's really hard to go away, but she managed to leave. She had an arranged marriage with my grandpa, she never truly loved him but they got along, they only had one child and that was my father and grandpa died 7 years ago, I was just 10, I barely remember him, but my dad always says funny things he used to do when I was a baby, so I have good memories of him.
My dad is a really nice guy, he grew up in the city, like me, because his dad was the owner of a big company of flying cars and things like that. Despite being rich and having everything he wanted, he was never pretentious because grams raised him right. He fell in love with my mom but they never saw colors, that's why my family doesn't believe in them. They have been together for 20 years and they had a big expensive wedding so our house is filled with their pictures.
I don't really know much about my mom's history, she doesn't really talk about it, she just tells us that her childhood wasn't the best and that we shouldn't ask. Dad sometimes tries to explain to us why she doesn't like it, but he can't explain very well because he doesn't even know that much of her history. Some of what he has told us is that she is an orphan and lived in the streets, that they met while dad was on a restaurant for a meeting and she was his waitress and he knew he loved her instantly. That when they started dating he gave her money to finish school because she never finished, and that they had loved each other since the first time their eyes met.
I honestly love my parents's history, it's so filled with love, and since they never saw any colors when they touched, I suppose it doesn't exist.

So, it's now 5 am, I'm like a zombie, my sister –I have no idea how she manages– is flawless with her different shades of gray makeup and light gray styled hair, we're sitting in the train seats and I couldn't be more miserable. Grams won't stop talking about how much this is going to help us get back to reality and that we're going to love the place, I'm not really sure about it, I just hope there's a pool or a lake near the house because moving away from the beach is going to destroy my life. The trip lasts 6 hours, so I'm just going to sleep now, I'll wait for our new home to appear when I open my eyes again.