Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2014 2:00:33 GMT
New houses always had such unique smells to them. Traces of the families and activities that lined the halls. Every time she moved she had to get used to the ghosts of the new dwelling. More than a lot of her time was spent within those walls. And she made it a point to know the ins and outs of each which way. Her fingers would trace along the wallpaper, picking at tiny pieces that peeled away. Drooping like paper flowers, wilted with time and gravity. That is, before they inevitably stripped them and repainted to make the place more ‘homey’. Dust still clung tight to the light fixtures and all the built in shelving, boxes still littered the walk way and most of the rooms. Of course they would get around to unpacking them and everything would settle into a more 'normal' routine, but for now Mina entertained herself by rolling the grit she wiped off the old bookshelf between her thumb and forefinger before wiping it off on her shorts. This was not the same house she used to live in the yester-year that was her life before traveling and getting opinions from different doctors, it would never be a replacement to her first home. But it was nice.
This house smelt of vanilla and firewood, and of course, endless dust. There seemed to be and never ending supply of the stuff around each corner. Whosoever lived there before either didn’t like to clean, or it had just been a very long time since anyone actually called this place home. Morning light beams trickled in through the windows, particles swarmed and danced throughout them only to be moved as the redhead walked past. Her father had already gone to work and Mina had some time to herself. She was still supposed to be taking it easy, not straying from the bed unless it was to go to the couch or kitchen. But the girl had been feeling more and more stir-crazy each day. Against all logic, she just wanted to go for a walk around town. Get to know it again. Not that she could remember all too much from back in the day, six year olds aren't exactly known for their impressive memories. Hopefully she’d be able to stay here for a while. Maybe, if she got the chance, even make some friends.
So she tugged on a sweater and headed out the door. Making sure to grab the house key and shove it in her bag on the way out. The lawn and the small front garden (or at least what might have been a garden) needed about as much manicuring as the inside of the house. In time, it could be something wonderful but at the moment it still looked like the house was abandoned.
Down the street and passed the corner store there was an entrance to a trail that ran around a small park. She could vaguely remember taking walks there with her dad and their old dog. It was mostly her dad carrying the young girl and the dog dragging both of them, but it was a fond memory either way. The trail lead around to the far side of the park, around a playground and screaming children, twisted around for a while and splitt off every so often to different picnic sites and other recreational activities. When she had gotten far enough in that she could no longer see where she'd turn off to get back to her house Mina found a nice big rock to perch on. She rustled in her bag a moment and pulled out a sketchbook and a pencil and began to doodle. Creativity flowed very nicely out in the open like this. It was definitely more relieving to stress than something like watching tv would be. Her heart rate had barely even climbed with the slight walk out there. No reason to be worried about that today.
