“The beginning of the end, the beginning of the end…” I hummed, strolling lazily across the beach. Hmmm. It could make an interesting song.

And that’s what today felt like. I was leaving my beautiful California home for Wisconsin. Leaving this lovely scenery and pretty beaches for a dull place with snow.

I reached a hand absentmindedly and pulled a delicate flower from behind my ear. Really, I was surprised that this wasn’t upsetting me more. I was leaving what I’d known as my home for all my fifteen years.

But I couldn’t be unhappy. This would be an adventure.

Maybe I could turn it inside-out. The end of the beginning. That’s what this would be. A beginning was ending, an ending wasn’t beginning.

I smiled to myself and vowed to write it down as soon as I got home.