I am moving! Moving to a new home, new world, and I love every second of it. This means I don't have to deal with my parents saying I grew up so fast. That's just baloney, because seeing me for 24 years is a pretty long time. I was a child all the way until eleven. that is eleven years of seeing me as a child. That's quite the long time. Plus my years of being a teen!

Yet, I don't know what it's like to have a child . . . Maybe, when we're ready, I can make a new family with my boyfriend, Blake.

My parents don't legitimately think I am ready for this big step, but really this is just to show I'm ready for the world. I want to know what's out there! I'm thinking of moving to a place where theres a lot of places and people. New York is an option! Well . . . that'll probably cost too much money, plus it's super loud from what I've heard. California sounds fun! Actually, that probably costs a lot of money as well. I'll figure where we should move later.

I come back into earth and see my mom with folded arms, "Y/N you can't move."

"But why not?!"

"You don't even know how to drive a car yet! And plus, you should go to college if you want a real job!"

"I bet billions of people in this world hasn't gone to college yet is a millionaire!" I sarcastically say.

"What is the likelihood if that dream becoming a reality to you? Money don't grow on trees."

I fold my arms like a child. I know this was a bad way to be while I'm literally making a decision that takes patience and responsibility. But I just can't handle it. Some people have different ways of showing people's expressions. And this is how I am showing mine to mom.

"You barely even know how to taxes without my help. Moving isn't the priority of life as a young adult."

       I don't say anything only because I know that's partially true. But what if you have a dream to where you have to move? That's how I think of this decision.

"There is the Internet to help me . . . ?"

My mom grunts out of either frustration or annoyance. Probably both, actually. She leaves the room, her hair going with her motion. The reason why there was a partial question in my voice is because I knew she wouldn't react well to that, so I tried to make it so I knew that she was going to overreact. See, this is why I am leaving this crowded place of a house. I just wanna be alone with Blake.

      I just want to see Blake right now, although I pretty much see him everyday now. I don't want to be a bother. Yet at the same time we are going to be living together. the only way to become more comfortable with one another is to be spending more time with each other, right? Yeah . . . That seems good to me.

       I text Blake and he agreed to see me. He even said that he could pick me up to get me away from my protective parents. I cannot wait to get out of this mess with my parents. They'll never see my point of view because they don't even listen to me. My own brother did this same type a deal a few years back. The only difference is he waited until he was about 25. It's still pretty much the same thing.

       After a couple of minutes I hear a car come into the driveway. My mother and father couldn't even realize that I am already opening the door to greet Blake. Every time I see him get out of the car is in slow motion it's like he's a model, I swear. My heart stops yet beats so fast at the same time—if that's even possible. He even looks better when his hair blows in the wind and his sunglasses are on. He seems mysterious with sunglasses.

       "Hey Y/N." He smiles and hugs me.

       I hug back, "Hey babe. Can you drive us to the park? if it's a problem then we don't have to."

       "Of course we can go. Even if my car was out of gas we could walk there. I'd do anything to make you happy."

       "Even give me money?" I joke

       "Now I don't know about that."

       We both chuckle and walk into his car. We talked about random stuff. Not even thinking once about the house. Well . . . I thought about the house once or twice but it didn't seem like he did. I don't blame him, all that were thinking and talking about is getting a new house. It's good to get a breather.

The car ride didn't seem long, as in 5 minuets, but apparently it was actually a 15 minute ride. Who knew talking to someone while having fun could just go away in a snap?

       We get into the park and sit on the grassy floor. The grass was damp from the rain that happened a few hours back. It smelt like wet, clammy tree oak and soggy grass mixed together with humid, thick air. It makes me feel calm and safe. It's foggy and I couldn't see very far into the roads. The sounds of birds and light conversations in the distance was just perfect.

       Experiencing this moment entirely made me think about moving. The more deeper I get into the moving process, the more I wish to stay here. I now realize I'm gonna miss this place, but there are places with so much more then calming weather. All that we can do here is go to a grocery store and buy weird stuff to try out. There isn't any carnivals, zoo's, or anything super fun in this city.

       Me and Blake didn't say anything to each other. We sat in silence. I don't know about him, but all that I know is that I am enjoying the silence. It seems more . . . Romantic, I suppose. More calming and makes me think of the reality.

       "I was wondering," he starts, "We should move somewhere closer to my family. Of course if you don't want to we can move somewhere else. It's just . . . I never get to see any of my family, relatives, people with the same blood as me. It had been awhile besides my own parents and siblings."

      "That sounds great! Where do they live?"

       "Well, they all are scattered everywhere, but what I was thinking is in Brighton. I only have one related figure there, but the rest of my relatives are either I don't necessarily want to live near with them or I just don't know them well enough. But this one person, one guy, I know him."

       "Sounds like a plan to me, Blake. What's the guy's name?"

       "Seán. He is older then me and you, twenty eight years old, but I swear he is still a child." He chuckles.

       "Does he know you're moving?"

       "No, I wanted it to be some sort of surprise. I want to live close to him as possible, if that's alright with you."

       "Of course it's alright with me! If I were to have one and only relative that I loved the best, I would go for it. I just want to make you happy, plus, going to Brighton sounds like a wonderful place! There's way more things to explore there then here.

       He smiles at me silently, and looks into the distance with his hair lightly blowing in the wind. He is so handsome his name might as well be named "Top Model." I wonder what he's thinking about. But right now, all I care about is having a life with Blake Tapple. Us growing old together, being a 30+ year marriage. I already have my life planned out.

I cannot wait till we move to Brighton. I have a feeling something magical will happen there.

  •      •     •

New book. Nothing to really say I suppose? This probably will not be a completed book since I'm not even on here anymore. I've just had a sudden boost of wanting to write. I think it's because this is a brand new story and I have been stuck with 'old' ones. Always having a brand new book makes you excited to write more of it.

Goodbye,
        -LoveMeJackaboy