Leaving home. Ch. 1

It's just after 7:20pm somewhere in New York City, and beneath the shadows of the trees, the snow lays there quietly.


She wondered if this is what growing up was like.
There weren't really any bills. There weren't really any responsibilities. There was just her, alone in the big city. Tomorrow would be her first day of college at NYU. Her parents had come up from Tennessee to help her settle in. They stayed for over a week, and then there were hugs and goodbyes. The big kind of goodbyes. The kind that don't double as a "see you later." Her mother was apprehensive to let her little girl run off alone to the big city. Her father wasn't. He knew she could do it. For it was from his bones that she was tailored. And his independent spirit was contagious in her veins. She would one day be some man's nightmare...her mother thought. But for dad there'd never be a boy good enough, to hold his little girls hand. Though there would. And she would find him.
She wore an Ed Hardy t-shirt underneath her peacoat, the first time she went to the grocery store alone. She was quite the walking contradiction. A mixture of new city styles and back-home influences manifested in her new found wardrobe. Two weeks into school she'd quickly picked out who she didn't want to be like. Still searching for someone that she did. Something about the endless grey buildings washed her old image clean, and left a blank canvas for the spirit of the city to paint. It was a lonesome feeling. But it held so much potential. It was a new beginning that she was in search of, and it was a new beginning that she'd find. A young woman, set out to make it in the big metropolis, had begun a journey that would lead her down unimaginable roads. And they were good.


to be continued.