Houston

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Ongoing story of travel, experience and ascension.


  The sun seemed to shine softer that morning, it woke me with a gentle hello. I felt like I was taking a large breath of freedom, one of which, I never could have imagined i'd escape.

  My form rolled to the left, gently pulling myself into a more awakened state. The hazy gloss of my vision dances gracefully against the bare, white walls. A sea of sparkles twinkle along the ridged surface from the freshly born sun.

  It has always been one of my favorite sights to witness the sun rising and setting. On most days, it is the only thing that is captivating enough to make me wish for more beautiful moments like that through my day. I silenltly laught to myself when finding that today is no different. 

  The muscule in my left arm strains and I attampt to remove myself from the tangled mess of colors. It does not take long for my feet to break free and reconnect with the soft, cream colored carpet below. 

  Rapid movement occurs within the inflatable mattress beneath me while I pull myself to a more firm stance. 

  A small smile tugs against the right side of my mouth while I wander through the messy halls of my apartment, towards the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. While that is brewing, I find myself staring out of the two large windows in the kitchen towrads the busy five in the morning street. 

  It is one of my favorite sights, watching the fading glow of red smear my groggy vision. The only thing that seems to be able to pull me away is the strong scent of arabica brewing strongly behind me.

  My body does not take long to react, I quickly spin around on the title floor with the slipper surface of my white socks. My hand reappears from the cabniet with a cream colored coffee mug. 

  With my cup now filled with a steaming dark beverage, I casually head outside onto the backpatio. It is tweleve by tweleve and my space only takes up a foot. 

  There is not much to see but another building in the mix of many. Thankfully, the view does not take away the scerinity I find upon the pourch while meditating. I feel very safe here and there have not been many places in my life that I felt safe prior. Maybe, that is why I feel so strange leaving here today. 

  It has been two years since I moved in and it has been wonderful, but so much has changed. My mom recently retired and I have been planing to do a tour for work around the united state and outer countries. With her now retried and me ready to leave, we thought it would be a perfect opportunity for her to travel and us to spend time together that we never got to have when I was younger. 

  I find comfort in the fact that she is going with me, I would not have been able to enjoy my experience fully, knowing that she was sitting in an apartment somewhere, staring at the same four walls doing nothing. 

  Our first stop is in Houston. I find myself being pulled there for an event, but I have seen the area on countless occassions. It never felt to me like somewhere I would have been able to call 'home', but not many do, not for a long period of time. I crave constant change and that is why I thought a life of contant traveling and exploring would be great for me. 

  It is a four hour drive from my current location in Fort Worth. I really enjoy driving and I am excited about the upcoming trip. 

  The car is finally packed with everything we own and we are off onto the next adventure. It is already 11 am by time everything got where situated and comfortable.

  Fitting everything you need to surivive indivitually and together into a vehicle is not the easiest thing in the world, but it worked and in that moment, it was the only thing that mattered. 

  I have had a desire to leave this area for the last twenty five years, I have never seen a better, more welcoming opportunity than here. 

  After I arrive in Houston, I am planning on grabbing some food and heading to the hotel room to get some rest, but I love when things go against normal plans and turn out better. I am really interesting in finding out what is going to happen from here. It is only the beginning, there is so much to learn from here. 


Submitted: October 03, 2021

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