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Anna

My face is pressing against the cool glass of theas the taxi slon in front of the biggest building I've ever seen I tip my head back as far as I can, and I can just barely see the top Itlike it

Back home, you can look out forfields, cows, and crops of corn The center of town is rocery store, the drug store, a small library, a coffee shop and bakery There's one eleed twelve to eighteen All one hundred and six of us

I feel like I'azines and movies over the years, but to actually be s me breathless

The taxi driver opens s He drops them without caution onto the sidewalk, then checks his watch His left foot taps irunts “Uh hm,” as if to say, “Come on, I don't have all day Get the hell out of my cab”

“Thank you,” I say, handing hiive hi back under his breath as he climbs back in his car and leaves The taxi peels back out into traffic, causing a few angry honks at the same time

BostonI'm actually here in Boston

I can't believe I' this

I tip ht up at my new home The brick facade looks old It's full of cracks and chippedivy arms that stretch and crawl up the surface The front door is thick pained tinted glass I can see stacks of small metal mailboxes attached to the interior wall on the left side of the door

People are walking pastintohere The street is full of cars and city buses I inhale a deep breath, taking in all the different smells The exhaust is thick in the air as a bus drive by ejecting a puff of gray smoke