Same Mistakes 9

Quinn and Sam stood in the door to a small two bedroom apartment.

"It's small," Quinn whispered to Sam.

"I thought you would like it because it was cozy," he replied. "And it's in our price range. We can't do much better then this, Quinn."

"I like it, but it just seems that everyone who walked in would feel claustrophobic." Quinn sighed. "But you're right about the money. And the polished wood is lovely."

Quinn sighed and looked at the nice but tiny living room. "Would you like to see the bathroom and bedrooms now, and then we can wind our way around and check out the kitchen on our way out?" their guide asked.

"Sure," Quinn said. Brandon was at home with Mrs. Evans while Sam and Quinn looked at apartments. He was only a month old, but Quinn couldn't even remember what her life was like before she went into labor.

They walked through the hall to the bathroom. It was nice, and everything was shining. Then they made way to the bedroom. The big bedroom was about big enough for a master bed and dresser, and the smallest bedroom was good enough for a crib and changing table, and had room on the floor for children to play.

They looked through the bedrooms, and then their tour guide led them and they winded their way around until they reached the kitchen. The kitchen was also shiny, and their was good room. Quinn imagined feeding Brandon in a high chair while she flitted around making dinner for her and Sam. There was enough room to put a kitchen table and chairs.

"Alright, would you like some time to chat?" their guide asked. Quinn and Sam looked at each other, a deep, mutual understanding in their eyes.

"We'll take it," Sam said.

Mrs. Evans looked up from rocking Brandon to sleep to see who had just walked through the door. It was Sam and Quinn, soaked to the bone.

"Well, did you find one you liked?" she asked.

"Yes, and we paid the first five months' rent on it," Quinn said. "Here are the pictures if you want to see them."

For several weeks, Quinn and Sam packed and packed. And if Quinn wasn't cooking or packing or taking care of Brandon, she was dashing to the store, because now they needed furniture and kitchen utensils and a whole bunch of other things for their new apartment.

It was finally moving day, however. Sam and Quinn were drinking cups of coffee from Dunkin' Donuts while the movers were loading up all the furniture.

Finally everything was in the moving truck and they were good to go. They began to drive to the apartment buildings with the moving truck following.

When they got there, they carried everything inside. The movers put the furniture where Quinn and Sam wanted it, but they plopped all the boxes in the living room. Sam paid them and they left.

Quinn and Sam stood there for a good five minutes, staring at the boxes in front of them.

Quinn put Brandon in the mobile to keep him content, and then her and Sam jumped into the boxes.

The first box was clothing. Quinn took all of it and folded it again, then put it into three piles: one pile for Brandon, one pile for Sam, and one pile for Quinn.

When she was finished, she put the clothes away where they belonged.

"I think we should get the kitchen set up first," Sam told her. "You know, so we'll have stuff to cook with."

It took Sam and Quinn two hours of digging through boxes, but they finally got the kitchen set up and then Quinn ran out real quick to get groceries so she could make PB&J.

It was hard work being an adult.