WHO: Greta Morgan [narrative]
WHEN: Beginning of January
WHAT: Road tripping and new beginnings
Greta thought of it as a quest.
She'd lived in the same city her entire life but now she was leaving Seattle behind and moving on. Greta had never really done anything on her own before, and now she was nineteen and now it was time to leave the safety of her hometown, her family, and her work. (She'd watched it all slip away through her rear-view mirror and felt unexpectedly misty-eyed about it, as well as suddenly rather nervous about what lay ahead.)
When she'd told her friends she was going to drive to New York she was met with disbelief. "Gret, have you seen the price of gas?" "Oh god, you're going to try to get across the country in that old heap of junk?" "You hate sleeping in hotels!"
And yet Greta was decided. If she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. Otherwise there was just no point. Already she'd put down the deposit for an apartment in the Bronx and she had eight days before she could move in, so why not make it a road trip? She planned to see as much of the country on the way as she could, since she hadn't seen any of it before now.
Idaho, Wyoming, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Kentucky, Virginia, Delaware, New York.
By the time she reached the edge of the Big Apple Greta felt considerably older than she had been before she left. It seemed a lot longer than eight days. She'd never been out in the world before.
New York was completely different to Seattle in every single way, although if anyone had asked she wouldn't have been able to tell them exactly how. Right then she was just looking forward to getting to her new home and sleeping for a few days.
It was just before dawn when she found the building and dragged her backpack up the stairs. The studio was empty of any furniture except for the couch the landlord said he was leaving. It would have to be her bed for a few days. She considered going to sleep on it right away but instead decided that she shouldn't leave her things in the car.
No elevator meant she spent the next forty minutes trekking up and down the stairs with all her possessions, hoping she wasn't waking anyone up.
While the electricity worked, the heating didn't. Greta sighed and smiled, telling herself that all of this was just part of the adventure. She put on some more layers and then made herself a bed, curling up on the couch under her blankets and falling asleep.
An argument on the street below would wake her up in two hours, but for now she slept deeply.