Moving Back to Iowa

Blake McFarland was absolutely devastated. She had poured all her money into her new start-up business. She was proud to be the brand new CEO of a business that had a lot of legs allowing Blake to move to California at age 16 and grow the business.

But even with its success and being one of the youngest successful CEOs, Blake was to declare bankruptcy at the tail end of the pandemic. Even after that, Blake had attempted to invest her remaining money, but failed as the stocks crashed and left Blake with no money to her name.

Blake at 25 years old realized that she had but to move back home. Back to her small town in Iowa. It was far out in the country side hours away from any city life and smack dab in the middle of nowhere. There was a general store and a few restaurants for convenience but no big chains or anything. It was nearly impossible to shop for anything other than food and hand me down clothes.

Blake sighed as she exited the airport and found her dad waiting for her. “Hey,” Blake said. “I guess you’re here to pick me up.”

The beer bellied man nodded as he led Blake to a pick up truck that looked like it was about to breakdown at any moment.

Blake had been going blonde for her city ventures, but as she planned to move back to the country, her natural red roots began coming back in. She let her hair go red, but it was currently in an in-between phase giving it a strawberry blonde look. Her eyes were the same green as when she left, but her chest now gave her a much more curvy and mature look.

Blake wasn’t the tallest and stood several inches shorter than her dad ending at 5’3” on a good day. Blake often wore heels to compensate though now was left with nothing after she sold all her clothes to be able to afford the plane ticket home.

All Blake had now was an old baggy flannel shirt and wide leg denim jeans.

They pulled into the gravel driveway with the sign McFarland’s arched over the driveway held together on wooden posts.

“Home sweet home,” Blake mumbled as she set up shop in her old room.

It hadn’t been touched since she left which Blake made a mental note to get rid of the embarrassing boy band posters she no longer had any interest in.