Palms clutching the spheres atop the ivory white banisters Collette stare deep into the small garden infront of the porch. The smell of linen sneaking past her, as she stay frozen. Her suitcase on the termite filled planks that made the porch. She collected them again, stepping past the garden of peonies and onto the dirt path towards her car. Yet as she arrived something held onto her being and begged her to turn around at least to just continue staring. She stare back at her childhood home. The tall infrastructure of an upper class family in Connecticut. Typical spring green paint making up most of it with gorgeous white detailing and roofing. It could be all hers, it could be the safety net to rely on, but a dream was to be followed. At 20 she had nothing left to do in this town anymore, her life calling to her other places. Right? Looking in her jeep’s mirror to fix her curly red hair that found itself to be in a mess again she decided to put it up. As the small young woman put her hair up a breeze brushed past her maxi skirt, in the direction of the house. So strong it gathered some dust in Collette’s sharp emerald green eye and with that her scrunchie going flying. The pale blue scrunchie darting down the path towards the old home. She found it at the footstep of the porch, where she just was, but as she knelt down and looked up she remembered the beauty. Standing back up she had realized she wanted to be caught in it’s safety net, to free fall and fail but, have this to come back to. So instead of quitting this house she gave it another chance, the safety in opposed to her dream.