I wish I knew what I was getting into. As I stepped out of my grandpa's truck, looking up at the cabin before me-my grandparents cabin. I had finally done it-I had moved to Alaska, the place I yearned for since I was a child. My dad's family is dead, and my mom's family lives here, so naturally we visited a lot...and I fell in love with the place, head over heels. The views, the opportunities! It was worth the cold, I had thought. It was worth it for being free.

"Alrighty. Ready, kiddo? Your grandmother will be just ecstatic to see you." Grandpa had said, taking off his glasses and gently placing them in the pocket of his thick blue flannel. He always wore those grandpa flannels-I myself adapted the style a bit around eighth grade. 

"Of course," I responded, a smile creeping across my face. Every time I'd come here before, I'd know one way or another I would be leaving soon. But now, that was my permanent home...Alaska, I mean. My family, having visited so often, built our own cabin, which was where I was living now. I'd had to fight my brother for it a big-he almost won, being two years older, because apparently 21 year olds were so responsible-but it was well worth it. 

"Ready, Geff?" I asked the little Corgi who hobbled out of the car after me. Corgi's weren't and aren't Alaska dogs, and Geff did spend over ninety percent of his time indoors, but I had bought the little guy three years ago and couldn't find it in my heart to leave him behind, as much of a diva as he was.

He didn't respond, as dogs don't, but I knew one thing. I was.

Oh goodness, I was a fool.