of using us again for any future monetary needs."
Felicia smiled in huge relief to herself as she thanked the woman and ended the call. She laid the mortgage statement back on top of the thick pile of statements beneath it, closed the file and slid the file back into the drawer. She decided she would wait to tell her parents. It was indescribable to her to find herself in such a position; one in which she could take care of her parents and make their lives easier in the process.
She stepped away from the desk and walked over to the sofa, sinking down into it as she had so many times before, and she looked around the room, at every part of the room, and took it all in.
This house; the house she had always lived in and called home, now belonged to her parents, and it would always belong to her family. Even after her parents passed away she and her siblings would always have a place to go if they wanted or needed it.
Tears of relief flooded her eyes and her heart swelled as she thought of how she had been able to do this for her family; not just her parents, but for all of them. Her brother and sister wouldn't have to change schools or friends or any part of their lives. They would always have the same home, just as she had, and it was overpowering to her to have been able to give them that.
Her thoughts went to Jake in utter gratitude. She knew that no matter what happened with Jake, it would be worth it for what she had just been able to do with the simplest of gestures. A stop at the bank. A phone call. Their lives had changed forever because of that, because of Jake, and she was so grateful for it.
She wiped a tear from her cheek as she thought about how, just at the moment she had made their home their own, she was leaving it to be with him. She was going to go up to her room and pack a good portion of her life up and take it the luxurious penthouse that she would now be calling home. She just could not seem to wrap her mind around it, and it seemed that the best thing to do was to just go with it, just let it happen and take it a bit at a time.
She gave a long last look around the room and then walked up the stairs to her bedroom. It took longer than she had anticipated to pack her things. She thought initially that she could go to her room and pack the clothes and things that she wanted to take and be done with it, but what she didn't take into account was the fact that she was saying goodbye to her old life.
She was going through years of mementoes and sifting through parts of her life that she had to make decisions about whether to keep or to let go, and it became a massive cleaning project for her. It became a cleansing not only of her bedroom and her whole life, but of her inner self.
It was so intense that by the time she had finished it and she was satisfied with what she had packed, she felt the sensation of everything in her and around her being lightened, as if years of weight had been lifted from her and she could breathe easier. It wasn't troubling weight, it was just the weight of time and compilation, and letting it go freed her in ways that she had not expected. She realized as she walked down the stairs toward the front door that it had opened her up to some of the new changes that were taking place in her life.
She felt more ready to accept the coming time with Jake, and she was looking forward to it more than she had allowed herself to when she had signed the agreement with him. Her apprehension diminished considerably.
When she got to the front door, she set her bags down and looked through the living room. She hadn't expected to pack and be ready to leave so fast; she thought she would give herself more time, a few days even, but once she had started, her momentum built, and before she knew it, she was ready.
Felicia wanted to wait to leave, until her family was home, so that she could tell them part of what was going on and explain it to them when