Chicago was indeed much different from the flat lands of Iowa, the everlasting fresh air and land as far as the eye can see was gone. No potato crops or picket fences that line the driveway that can stretch for miles. Bial was afraid of Chicago when he first saw it. Cars and people is what he thought. Too many cars and people and buildings that clutter the space they live in.

            Buildings stretched higher than he could see peering out of his car. Windows stacked upon endless amounts of windows and people walked by every second talking on cell phones, drinking coffee, yelling for taxis, walking dogs, or eating hot dogs or nachos. He met the moving truck at his new house as well as Martha. When he first saw the house, he was most displeased. There was no yard, except for a few square feet in front which had old brown grass, and the color scheme of the house had faded from dark brown to pasty black. The few stairs that led up to the front door were accompanied with moss and weeds. He did like the chimney, however. It made it seem less city like and more Iowa like.

            He walked in after moving the furniture into the places he wished it to be before he could make a more evaluated decision. He carried his box with him that had the wedding video and the suitcase of other video tapes in it. He tried to admire the place as if it was the old house redone but it was too different. This scared him, made him feel like he was lonelier than anyone else in the world.

He heard the door shut of the moving truck and he watched it drive away from the window. Martha walked in with a box stuck under her arm labeled ‘RECORDS.’ She was quite shorter than Bial and had long blond hair with brown highlights. Bial was still looking out the window when he noticed kids riding past on bikes.

“How’s the neighborhood?” Bial asked.

“It’s not bad, maybe some few rotten kids pass by now and then. Don’t mind them, just shake a fist like Mr. Bradle and they won’t come near you,” she said setting the box down on the recliner next to the window. Bial barely snickered and kept watching the cars and people walk by. He saw a loose car drive around the corner a few blocks ahead that wore sky blue paint. It seemed like the driver was distressed the way it swerved. It skidded back into the right lane and sharply drove ahead.