The Diarist
Spring Awakening
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The House of Four Seasons
By Atonia
I’m starting a new book. I guess you might say I am a diarist. I’ve been keeping diaries since I was twelve. They’re all stacked up in my ro…no, they aren’t. They’re in a storage building, one of those little mini warehouses, the smallest one they had. That’s where all my stuff is right now. I’m staying in a motel, but not for long. I found a house to rent on the internet. It’s not that far from here. I can drive it in a day. I rented it for a year. I think that will give me time to figure out what it is that I want to do, where I want to go, and by then the settlement should be in the bank. They say it takes a while for everything to finalized. Meanwhile I’ve been part-timing at the local library.
You see, I’m an orphan now at twenty-five years of age. My parents scraped and saved all their lives to put me through school and I finished last year. They had a little left over for an anniversary trip, flying out to California…the plane crashed in Nevada. There was enough insurance money to take care of the memorial service and pay their debts. I’ve been stretching it out as far as I can as it’s hard to find a job now with the economy the way it is. They never owned the house they lived in and when the lease ran out I got a visit from the landlord. He was raising the rent and had a family lined up. So I had a yard sale and moved my things into a storage building. Motel 6 is not my idea of home but it’s the only thing I can afford right now.
Finding the house was a stroke of luck. The pictures look nice but for the small amount of rent they’re asking I wonder how old these pictures are. I mean, the place might be a ruin by now. It doesn’t matter anyway. That was the last of the big money I’ll see for awhile until the settlement from the airline comes through. It makes me feel good that I’ve got a place to go. Just hope Dad’s old car will make it to Salem, MA. I’m supposed to be met by a guide to take me to the house. Odd way of doing things I thought. I don’t know if I’m supposed to pay him or what. I don’t have a credit card anymore, not since college. Dad cut it up. There was no address listed to send the money to so I’ve got a check for him if he is the one I pay. I’m excited about moving and tomorrow is the big day.
Hallie Madison