This...may be the dumbest mistake I've ever made.
I knew that it was too good to be true. I mean, who drops everything and moves hundreds of miles because they got a random letter telling them they inherited a home from a relative they've never even met?
This girl, apparently.
What was I thinking? I mean, it's not like my parents ever told me about my super rich uncle who was totally going to leave me his house one day...not that I could have asked them anyhow. But I could have listened to one of the...I don't know, 100 people or so who tried to talk me out of this?
There's no way it's real, they said. And they were right.
Well, the land is real. I've got more wide open spaces than I know what to do with. It would be great if I were a gazelle...
It's been about two weeks since I arrived now. I managed to scrounge myself up a tent and a cooler. I'm sure I must be quite a sight for the neighbors, eating yogurt and granola on my lawn every night. (Is it still technically a lawn if there's no actual house, though?)
The thing is, though, this town wouldn't be too bad if I had some sort of shelter. At least there's a gym nearby so I can shower.
There's even an art gallery downtown that offers free classes. I forgot how much I used to love painting when I was little. I'm actually getting pretty good! It almost takes my mind of the fact that I have nothing to go back to but a tent and some grass. Almost.
That's actually where I am right now. I stopped on my way down here and picked up this journal. Not exactly the most practical purchase, but...I had to do something. Because of course, of course, she followed me here.
You know, there was a time when this whole Echo thing was cool...back when I was 7. Back then she was just my imaginary friend. It was a lot easier to like her when I thought I was imagining everything she said...and when she wasn't criticizing every single thing I did, said, or even thought! (But not wrote, though. Thankfully she still can't seem to read what I write.)
I mean, it's not bad enough that I have to live with the consequences of this, right? I also have to hear her comment on how freaking stupid I am all the time? I hadn't been on my property (that sounds better, right? Property?) all of two seconds before she chimed in with "I told you so"...
That's when I really lost it. Luckily my huge plot of nothing doesn't appear to have any close neighbors, because if it did I'm pretty sure I'd be writing this from the nearest mental hospital. After all, if I looked out my window and saw some girl screaming obscenities at the sky...I'd have some concerns.
If I'm being honest, she's the main reason why I stayed. Because yeah, maybe this was a huge mistake. But it's my mistake, dammit. And somehow, some way, I'm going to make this work...
