Back to the main attraction

The sun begins to set as a mid-sized U-Haul truck can be faintly seen making its way through a small path shrouded by tall dark trees that did away with any of their greens. The path exits to a clearing, and the truck stops after going a few meters into it.

“And here we are”

Your dad's excitement rouses you up from sleep as you groggily wipe your eyes of any traces of sleep.

Scoffing after taking a quick look at your surroundings, “Why are we still posted up in the middle or nowhere? This a restroom break in the wilds or something?” You say.

Your dad wryly chuckles at your snarky statement “Yeah, then why don’t we go explore the wilds?” He says.

Stepping out of the truck for the first time in several hours, all you see is a field of orange.

‘You’re joking…’

A valley of leaves all bathed in the glow of the setting sun. There is no such thing as a dirt ground anymore, as the now naked trees grace your feet with an orange carpet.

Staring at the view right beside you, “Now ain’t that a sight?” Your dad says.

“Not that easy dad.” You say but you must admit that the view does give this new place some positives for you. You can already feel your creative juices flowing.

Your dad chuckles wryly, with his arms spread out like a preacher "Now it's time for the main attraction." He takes a bow similar to those conductors after a symphony. "Behold my son, i present to you our new home" he says.

Someones' been watching too many movies.

While the grandstanding may be a bit much, you look to where his hands were pointing towards and notice the silhouette of a building. Walking closer you see that it's a two-story building that would not look out of place your U.S. history textbook.

Marble like the building blocks of Rome covers its exterior, with two sets of arched windows located on both the bottom and top floor on both the left and right side, brought in perfect symmetry by the door.

Talk about a blast from the past.

"Talk about a blast from the past right?!" Your dad says. The extra volumes in his voice and the glimer in his eyes reminds you of children looking for praise for something they did.

"It's whatever." you say, pouring a bucket of cold water on his expectations.

He harrumphs, looking away from you with a pout. Then turning back to you with a sly smile, "Playing hard to get are we, just wait till i showed you the indside."

Just then, you pick up the sound of a running engine as a black Honda Accord exits from the den of trees and makes its presence known as it drives up and parks right beside the U-Haul truck.