James' POV

A new city. A new start. It's not my first time moving in my seventeen years, but ... Well I'm hoping it will be the last. Mom and Pop have been changing recently. I can clearly see it. They are being way more open with me, then they've ever been. Turns out they both were born and raised in Tennessee. There's something about their past here that causes them pain. I can see it in their eyes when ever they don't think I'm looking.

My dog, Polaroid, knudges me in the side, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Hey, boy." I reach over and rub his head. He's a mutt, but he's been my best friend. He literally looks like a solid mix between a husky and a Chihuahua, but no one really knows since we rescued him from a shelter. He lets out a quiet bark as the car pulls to a stop.

"Well. Here we are." Pop says through a sigh.

More spacious from the rest of the places we've lived in the past. This place actually has a yard. It's actually a house. We are a few minutes outside of Nashville. This place is perfect for photography, which is my passion. I've never actually lived this close to this many real trees before.

I rush to help unpack our SUV and the u-haul trailer we pulled behind it all the way from New York down here. After about an hour and a half, all the boxes and bags are in the house and I've found my own bedroom. "I'm going to explore." I call over my shoulder as I dash out of the house  My camera bag strapped over my shoulder.

I make it into the woods and find a stump that looks like it was made to be a chair. I take a seat and look around. This lighting is perfect. I take out my camera and snap several different shots. I sit a few more minutes and whisper a prayer of thanks. This is the start of the rest of my life. I know it's going to be a great one.