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It's cold and raining again. The moving truck is late.

I brush my long brown hair with my little purple brush from my purse. After I pull my hair back into a high pony tail, I'll fix my make up. At least I was going to, my eyeliner broke and my powder foundation crumbled into pieces in my purse.

"what ever" I sigh.

I wash my face in the sink and dry off with my hoodie... It's cold in this old house without any power...

I can't believe the truck is still not here...

I call them only to find out they are still hours away. That's what they said yesterday...

I have things to do...

I give them institutions for unloading my stuff and tell them I'll leave a key in the mail box for them.

This sucks, I wasn't planning on going to my new job looking like this. I still haven't had anything to eat.

I take a deep breath... "I can do this!" yawn ...

I head out in my tiny car. I've got a job at the local school. There are some restaurants close to the school. Luckily I already have the job. I don't think my wet pants and baggy tee-shirt with make a good impression. I grab a large tea on the way there. I'll get food on the way back.

The school is about 45 minutes away from my house. It was the only place I could afford.

I take my tea with me it to the school. I have to wait in the office for the principal to give me a tour of the building. She is very nice and professional. I immediately apologize for my clothing. I explain the problem with the moving truck and the power company.

She just smiles. There are no students yet. She shows me the gym, my classroom, and just about everywhere. Then she invited me to lunch with her and the other teachers.

I expect it would be good to get to know my coworker, before the students arrive.

It was a pleasant lunch. I got a call from the electric company saying the power should be on. I say my goodbyes and head back home.

I'm surprised it's still raining here, it was dry at the restaurant.

"really?" I growl. That damn moving company left everything on the porch! All my stuff is getting soaked...

They left a sticky note on the door.

"customer was not here at agreed upon time, left boxes on porch"

I don't have time to me mad. I move everything in to the kitchen as fast as I can. Some of the cardboard boxes are falling apart.

Books, books, books, where are my school books?

Finally, at least I wrapped them in plastic before boxing them up.

I unpack all the dilapidated boxes and head to my bedroom. My arms full of clothes. I step up the steps slowly. The old hand rail is wobbly. Thankfully I can change my phone and take a hot shower.

The house is big. There are 4 bedrooms upstairs and a large restroom. At the top of the steps there is a very large closet there are no shelves in it, but at one point it locked. probably with one of those old skeleton keys. Down stairs has a large eat in kitchen, a setting room, a library, and a master bedroom that I'm going to make a game room, and a wash room. The house is over 100 years old and has no central heating or cooling. It's really cool. Surrounded completely woods, and abandoned buildings.

The only downside is the train tracks that is less that an acre away. I suppose I'll get use to it.

After a nice hot shower. I plug my phone in and drink some herbal tea before bed.

I probably have 20 mugs that I've gotten from friends and second hand stores. I don't even remember getting this one. It's cute with flowers on it. I organize things a little bit more before bed.

I am sleeping in the smallest room upstairs.

It will be the easiest to control the temperature.

I fall asleep quickly but can't sleep well. I woke up thinking I hear little feet running down the hallway.

I have a nightmare, of children running around the house laughing, counting and disappearing into the dark, everytime I got closer to them. Maybe teaching isn't the best job. I know I've been stressed out lately.