It seemed like decades had passed before they got to their new house.
The house wasn’t bad, she could admit. It wasn’t as big or as modern as the last one, but it looked cozy enough.

It was a one-story ranch, with a cream colored exterior and brown-ish roof.
The front door was a grey color with a small window,it had nice curb appeal, but nothing too extraordinary about it.

They parked their car in front of the garage, her dad getting out first, then her mother, neither of them saying anything to her.

Both doors opened and the boxes started disappearing one by one, allowing her to get out comfortably.

“Well, this is our new home for the next...week or so.”
Her father said, a fake smile plastered on his face.
“Why don’t don’t you go play while me and your mother get us situated?”

Angela nodded, quietly skipping off to explore the outskirts of their new humble abode, only to find a rather boring yard, and an even more boring tool shed.

“I miss Pennsylvania.”
She said to herself, poking at the dirt with a stick.
“I wish I had stayed back home with everyone else."

A few more moments had passed until her mother had called her in for dinner, making her hastily drop her oh so exciting stick and run into the rather small kitchen, digging into her meal.

Seems a thirty-three hour drive really gets you hungry.