Harriet dragged her suitcases up the many flights of stairs in her family's oldest apartment building. This building alone has been in her family for years. It was her great-great-grandfather who died in World War two, at least that's what she was told. She was never really that interested in her family's history growing up, nor did she care to find out at that moment.
However, she did learn how to run her family's business, but that's not really apart from her history, right? She was never really sure of that either. For the most part, she didn't really want to go to New York either. There were just some weird sad feelings she had about New York despite never even stepping foot into the city. Her heartache at the thought of this city alone. When she was younger she used to have dreams of this city. They were good dreams but there was always this one part that had her waking up screaming,
Always that one part that had her crying after she realized it was a dream. For some reason, this building she was in alone had her all over the place in her head. It felt so familiar yet she'd never even stepped foot inside of it. The walls seem so familiar. The stairs of the building, even the steps outside.
There were times when she was younger that her body would yearn to come here. To this building and just wait for something. However, Hattie herself never knew why. It bothered her to no end.
Hattied pulled her suitcase up the stairs, trying to make sure it didn't hit her ankles. Unfortunely, that was not the case. She wished this place had an elevator, but because of how old it was, it's considered a historical building. Thus, her family never really did anything to the building, well other than change the pikes when they busted or redid the floors. Cleaned out the closest as well, but that was when the older families that had lived there died.
Hattie reached the room she was supposed to stay in during her time in New York. It used to be her great-grandmother's room. She used it after her great-great-grandfather died. There was no one else allowed to even enter this room besides family members, but no one really came into her room after she died, besides her son, also known as my great-grandfather.
Which, as I'm told, he hadn't even touched it besides opening the window to air out the place. There were other rooms downstairs and a kitchen that everyone used. Yet this room had never been touched.
Hattie slowly opened the bedroom, as dust flew around. Everything seemed antique to her. However it probably was. Hattie was currently twenty-one in the year 2022, so yeah everything was definitely antique. Although there was still a full-sized bed, some drawers, a nightstand, a closet and a chair with a rug. I mean it would do for the time being, but she felt the need to paint the walls a different color instead of the mint green that was on the wall.
Hattie walked into the room and sat her bag and suitcase right by the bed to walk over to the closet. She opened the doors to reveal the fact that there were still clothes older than she was. They were all basically eighty-three year old clothes or actually even older than that, thinking about it.
There were also boxes against the closet door walls. Thankfully, there was a part of the closet that didn't really have many clothes so that she could hang her own clothes. She didn't want to throw away the clothes, they looked nice despite the ancient smell to them. There were also a couple of clothes she could use to go to sleep in.
Hattie quickly went downstairs to find a broom and possibly a Swifter duster, as well. That room definitely needed a very deep cleaning before she could even sleep in it. Also, maybe some sheets that she would have to wait until tomorrow to get, based off how late it was.
Hattie luckily didn't have much trouble finding a broom and a mop, but not a duster. Hattie went back to her room and quickly cleaned it up and fluffed up the bed sheets. After several hours, that was all she could do until her body felt like it was going to fall over because of the lack of sleep. She put the broom against the wall and laid her back on the sheets of the bed. For some reason it all just felt so familiar to her.