Moving in

Jacob could feel his heart pounding as he drove down the highway, music on the radio turned up low so as not to wake his sleeping girlfriend. The pounding in his chest had been going non-stop for several days now. The closer he got to that day, the harder his heart pounded. He was nervous as all hell, even though he knew he had no good reason to be, and the slickness of his hands on the steering wheel certainly wasn't helping. This had been planned out for months, and they had been talking about it for years.

Moving in together. Getting their own house. Never having to rely on their parents or friends and having to worry about who saw them doing what, or judging them for what they weren't behind closed doors. Finally having privacy at all hours of the day, and not having to feel like they couldn't commit to anything because they didn't know how long it would be available or how long they would be in a single place. It had taken them a long time to be able to save up enough money to be able to live on their own. They had forgone getting married - although most of their friends considered them to be husband and wife already - just to be able to have a home of their own.

It was only a matter of hours before they reached their new place. They were moving a couple states over, as many of their friends had to avoid the raising price of living back in their old home, and the traffic was a nightmare. Having had to rent a moving van to fit everything they were taking with them wasn't helping. They had a good amount of furniture to get them started - farewell presents from friends and family back home, and welcome presents from those who had already moved. They were excited. But that didn't mean they couldn't be nervous too.

Sarah was making due by sleeping. She didn't dream very often, and especially not while traveling, and she was usually groggy enough when she woke up afterwards that she could hardly think about anything. But Jacob had to drive. To be honest, he wasn't that big a fan of driving, though he was more than willing to take the wheel when Sarah asked him to. But that meant many hours of staring at cars and concrete in front of him, and thinking. And thinking was exactly what he didn't want to be doing.

He didn't want to think about how long it might take him to become accustomed to a new place. He didn't want to think about how long it would take him to memorize all the new streets, and which stores to go to, and what aisles of those stores would have the things that he needed. He didn't want to think about all the people he was leaving behind, even if their were people already there waiting for him. And he definitely didn't want to think about what would happen if he crashed along the way.

He glanced over at the beautiful, adorable sleeping figure of his girlfriend. Yeah... She was worth it.