Lost and Found

The Farmer's Market

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       The ride back home was uneventful, thank goodness.

       No one on the bus paid me any attention and I was able to relax against the questionable bus seats as we rode through the city of Seattle. My dress was wrinkled now, its pink fabric looking just as worn down as I felt. Even my black clip was beginning to sag under the weight of my blonde hair.

       The bus turned the corner to my street and I pulled on the wire to signal it to stop. I stumbled off the bus, my feet officially giving up on me, and fought through my pain as I made it up to my small, studio apartment. It was a tiny place, with barely enough room to fit much inside. The owners were an old, German family who spoke little to no English. They didn't care about my background. Just as long as I made sure that my rent was paid on time each month and didn't bring trouble.

       I entered my apartment and immediately kicked off my heels. The lights were off, but the streetlamps from outside illuminated through the thin curtain over my living room window. My home smelled damp with a hint of something sweet. It wasn't my favorite smell, but I couldn't really afford to be picky.

       I hurried to my bathroom and flicked on the light switch. I had scored big time when I had found this place. It was the only one in its price range with a bathtub. Sure, it was tiny, even for me, but it was a tub nonetheless.

       I didn't do well with showers.

       It took me a moment to find the perfect temperature for the water. The faucet squeaked loudly as I turned it back and forth, but I finally got it after a few moments.

       Stripping off my worn clothes, I let them fall in a sad heap on the small bathroom floor. Steam wavered above the hot water and I sighed in contentment as I slipped inside the tub.

       This was what I wanted.

       I gave my feet their promised foot soak, staying inside the water until it became chilly. It wasn't worth adding more hot water because the bill this time of year was too high to begin with.

       Wrapping my faded pink towel around my frame, I switched off the light and exited the bathroom. I had a tiny dresser next to my double bed and an old radio sat on it scratched surface. The radio had to be my favorite thrift store find. I had always loved to listen to music, but I wouldn't have been able to afford a brand new radio.

       I had moved to Seattle seven years ago this past October. The moment I had turned 18, I was out of the house. My family was messed up and I didn't want to be with those who didn't love me.

       I had discovered that my birth certificate and other legal documents had been forged from my birth. I wasn't sure of the details, but it almost sounded like the government had no idea that I actually existed. How my family had managed that, was beyond me.

       But I didn't have to concern myself over them anymore. Not since I moved to the other side of the country.

       My bare feet padded over my old wood floors, walking over the spots I had learned didn't creak. The neighbors below me would often thump an object against the ceiling when the felt like I was making too much noise. I switched on a small lamp in the corner of my room so that I was able to see a little bit better.

       My kitchen only had the bare necessities. There wasn't even a microwave, but I made do with the small oven and stove set. I opened up the cupboards to peer over their contents. There was very little food inside, a couple of crackers and some packets off knock off ramen noodles.