We’d been in Forks for four days, waiting for Al to give us a call about the house being ready. He’d finally called just a few hours ago, telling us the house was ready for us and we needed to be up in Seattle the next day. That gave us twenty-four hours to pack up everything from the house here, twenty-four hours to spend with the boys, and twenty-four hours to say goodbye to someplace that had begun to feel like home from all the time we’d spent here. I wasn’t looking forward to leaving, although finally getting settled would be a welcome change. As much as Forks had felt like home, the house wasn’t ours. We hadn’t personalized it at all, and I was looking forward to being able to find and hang pictures I thought were pretty, or picking out new bed linens and covers that matched my style.
Edward and Jasper had offered to pack up all the kitchen stuff we’d bought so Alice and I wouldn’t have to start completely over with dishes and cookware if the furnished house we were renting didn’t come complete with things like that. While they packed those boxes, Alice and I were each going through our clothes and packing those.