Glitasville? Here I am...

I'm here. My plane arrived last night, and my grandparents came to pick me up, right on time...

I was standing there. All alone, clutching my little suitcase on wheels, wondering if this was too good to be true. Would they really be here, my grandparents, to pick me up? Or were they like mum and dad, and couldn't afford to get off work? After all, they are mum's parents -- maybe she's the way she is now because of the way she was bought up... or maybe it's because of dad.

Anyway, there I was, in the large, open air-conditioned room. Room. That's right. No longer was I a city girl, with airports a 1000 times bigger than this room. I was in...the country. I was going to become a country girl! I know it might sound kind of, you know, old fashioned. But come on, it's like I'm going to live on a farm, and talk to cows or something. Not that there's anything wrong with a farm and cows, of course... in fact, I secretly fantasize of one day owning my own pig. But, uh, lets keep that one between us, okay?

I turned around, and what I saw captivated something inside me. My soul. Something had clicked, and I knew I'd never be able to leave this place.

Through the clear-glass window, I saw green grass that stretched on forever, or at least as far as my eyes can see. Trees, with leaves as green as apples (No, not the red apple's. The green ones).
Flowers everywhere, all different colours. A lake in the distance, with a house boat floating on top. All lightly bright by lantens hung in the trees.

"Olivia!" a voice tore me from the beautiful scenery. I turned around. Who had said my name? What would they look like?!

"Olivia, over here!" A tall, friendly looking man stepped out of the mob of passengers, with a kind-looking woman by his side. The both wore huge smiles, their arms out, an invitiation so inviting I couldn't help but fall into their arms. I can't remember ever doing this with my own parents, and I don't want to take advantage of the opportunity to be loved. As un-teenagerish as that may sound -- I don't care.

"Well, well, well. Just look at you." my grandfather stated. Grandmother smiled, and looked at me. "We're so excited you came, Olivia Grace. You're going to love it here." I nodded, but still couldn't say anything. I knew that coming here was not a mistake. I was going to love it. I could feel it.

Then we got into their Holden Commodore, and I spent the drive staring at the gorgeous scenery. How did it get here? I wondered to myself. I did not know. I still do not know.

We we arrived at Nana and Poppa's house (As they've asked me to call them -- grandmother and grandfather are waaay to formal, they tell me.)

And here I am. I told them I was going to un-pack, which the kindly offered to help, but I declined politely. So, I'd better begin my unpacking now...

Until then,
Olivia Grace