The soft wind flew in through the open window, blowing my hair in all directions. At this moment I was very glad I didn't have long hair. For many reasons.
I looked over at my mom sitting in the passenger seat. "What kind of house are we moving into?" I asked, bored from the long drive.
"Dani! I already told you! We're moving into a two story house; it has three bedrooms and three bathrooms. I showed you pictures, remember?" Mom said, in a slightly condescending tone.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I responded.
New Mexico was not my ideal place to live. It's not New York, that much is clear. There were upsides and downsides to New Mexico. I mean, sure, it's way cheaper than living in New York, and my dad has gotten a great job out there. There are some great swimming teams and it's much more competitive than New York, and there are some great schools and stuff. But New Mexico is New Mexico, and New York is New York.
I liked New York. It was glamorous and there was all this cool stuff out there, like Broadway and The Empire State Building and Central Park. I had friends in New York, great friends. I was popular, my grades were good, I liked my house. Hopefully I can have all that in New Mexico. I like my life, New York or not.
But let's face it, New Mexico will never be New York.
Either way, Danica Bennett was moving to New Mexico.
New Mexico. How about that?