Abby thought it intersting that there were a whole group of people who got to move around a lot. She wished she was part of that. She wanted to see the world. She thought her acting career would offer her such an opporutnity. Her parents live in the same house she was brought to after she was born. Her neighbors are still the old loveable faux aunt and uncle she was raised around. The grocery store even has the same owner as it was 20 years ago. Her town felt so stagnent but I guess you need a rock.<br/><br/>"So, you don't get along with your mom?" Abby pondered that for a while. She understood having fights about tv time and how the stupid decorations were to be set out during the holiday's but to not get along enough with your parents to move so far away. She hoped she didn't imply that to her parents. She loved them dearly.  "It's the first time I am away from my parents actually." This sentence struck a little fear into her own heart. She wondered when the home sickness would start. maybe not for another week, if not tonight.<br/><br/>When she reached the front of Ms. Conway's apartment she froze for a moment. This was it. If she got the keys there was no turning back. It was all forward from here. She couldn't climb back in her reliable Kia and go back home. She didn't like the idea of being days on the road but she would do it. She raised her arm and knocked on the door in front of her. She turned and gave a sheepish smile to Elizabeth.<br/><br/>She waited for several minutes before she heard a voice "Coming.. Just wait a second. Moment..." before the door opened. In front of a backdrop of what was obviously a cat nirvana was a tiny woman dressed in a casual house outfit comprised of purple sweats and a loose gray t-shirt with the school logo. Most short people even had to crank their necks down to meet her face to face. She was wide as she was tall. Almost boxish. She had a friendly smile and it got wider as she saw the two ladies. "ahh, how are you doing today Ms Elizabeth? And you are my dear?" barely waiting for an answer from Elizabeth. This woman wasn't so interested in your life as she was hearing herself speak. She just seemed to add those occasional questions in to not sound so selfish.<br/><br/>Abby put her box down and reached out her hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Abby Collins. I'm here for a key to the apartment. I am not sure what number it was?" The woman looked at the gal and her hand. This one looked like she wouldn't cause too much trouble, as long as this introduction wasn't just a facade. She liked it pretty quiet. She had to teach a class full of kids who were just taking her class to meet their science requirement. Most of them seemed so bland and stupid. It was a hard life for such a smart person who was so under appreciated. Her personality surely made up for any height deficit.<br/><br/>She shook the kid's hand and asked them both to come in. "Of course. I got them back here. You girls want a cup of coffee or tea? I bought some special tea blend at the farmers market yesterday. Locally grown in some guy's yard. Says it was grown completely organic. Nice kid. Had him two years ago in my class. Bright student. Very bright, no clue why he didn't go off to be some big wig, instead he grows weeds in his back yard. Though admittingly the tea is very good, it has to be for the prices he sells it for. I felt sort of sorry for him, you know."<br/><br/>Abby started in through the door and looked back to make sure Elizabeth followed. The sheepish smile turned into a small worried smile. She didn't want to leave her car alone with all the boxes too long. "Sure... I guess we can have some tea?" Then quietly said to the woman behind her "Shouldn't take too long right?"<br/><br/>