Jeremiah stepped off of the train, bag over his shoulders filled with the few belongings he had, and a suitcase in hand with a few sets of clothes. It was the start of a new life, and he should have been excited for that. Instead, he was terrified. He didn't know how to live on his own, and he didn't have anything he could sell himself on. He was taking a big risk, throwing himself into a new world, and he didn't think he was going to make it.
A girl around his age was waiting at the train station, a smile on her face, and a sign with his name on it in her hands. At least my welcoming band is cute, Jeremiah thought to himself as he approached her and forced a smile on his face. The smile on her face grew brighter as she realized that the one she had come to welcome to her town had arrived. "You must be Jeremiah!" she exclaimed, putting down her sign to hold out a hand. Jeremiah nodded and took her hand, shaking it firmly. "It's not often we get new neighbors around here. It's so exciting!"
Jeremiah followed the girl into town, his eyes glancing around, taking in his new surroundings. He didn't even register when she offered her own name to him. He was too preoccupied with trying to memorize his way around. He had a feeling his first night would involve him getting lost on his way home from dinner, and anything he could to mitigate that possibility was worth doing.
"And this is your home." The girl's voice slapped Jeremiah back to attention. He didn't even realize they had come upon his home so quickly. That fact was going to erase any progress he might have made with trying to remember his way home. "It's a little small, and I'm sure you'll want to get right to work making it feel more like your own, but it's homely. It should be more than enough to get you by for the time being. If you need any help, everyone around town will be more than happy to help point you in the right direction or lend a hand."
Poking his head in the door, Jeremiah took in his new home. She was right. It was small. A bathroom, a combination living room and kitchen, and a small bedroom just large enough to take a couple steps around the bed, and that was about all there was to it. There was a chair, a bed, a table, a stove, and a sink, and that was it. The bath was small, just barely large enough for him to clean up in, and if he wanted to wash his hands after using the toilet, he'd have to do it in the kitchen sink.
"I hope it's not too disappointing." She had a knack for snapping him back to attention with her words, cutting him like a knife. He looked at her and could tell she could read the disappointment on his face. He tried to pull it back.
"It's fine," he half lied. "I can make this work. It'll just take a little getting used to." He couldn't help but feel relieved when the smile returned to her face. She left her number and headed out, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
This was going to be an interesting new life. That was for sure.
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