It didn’t rain here like she’d heard. People always said “it’s a calming rain” or “it’s perfect for napping,” but she didn’t need calming or a nap. She needed blue skies and bright sun with long shadows. Of course this was information gleaned from experience and hindsight, but at least now it was obvious that she should’ve moved to another state entirely. Job opportunities aren’t as rare to come by as she presumed. More insight learned the hard way.
Now that her car was packed and all of the extraneous junk passed on to neighbors and acquaintances, she felt relief. Strange that she wasn’t terrified of a third move in as many years, but a welcoming feeling nonetheless. She laughed at Kimball, her mutt, flapping her jaws at the fly trapped inside the car with them. She could not have survived the past six years without her. Dog lovers know all about this.
She hoped their new place had as many nice parks as she had here. The online research said there were plenty of parks within walking distance, but you never know about the vibe of a neighborhood until you live there.
Her shoot started a week after she was supposed to move in, so that left her nine days to drive there, unpack, get her mood right and move on. She could do it.
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