The sound of the truck Engine was an unfamiliar rumble around her as Camilla Scott drove down the lonely stretch of highway before her, periodically squinting through her sunglasses down at the GPS hooked into The dashboard and out at the seemingly endless wilderness around her. She was more attuned to the gentle purring of a BMW, custom leather upholstery soft, her favorite air freshener making the air smell like cherries... But the shiny little red car hadn't felt appropriate for the setting she was headed to now, so the BMW had been sold, traded in for a used blue pick up truck, and she and a small collection of belongings headed off into the great unknown. The move had  been crazy, impulsive, but had the potential to bring back hope into her life.

Cami had been a rather important person in a large corporation only the week before, had even been headed in the direction of becoming CEO, but had dropped it all after receiving a letter from a person she barely even knew. She had just gotten home from work, feeling particularly miserable after a rather stressful day at the office, unhappy with her life and praying for a way out. She had just kicked off her heels and had slumped onto the living room couch, trying to work herself up to reading a folder of client information, when a quiet knock had sounded at the door to her apartment and a letter dropped through the mail slot and landed with a soft thump on her woven welcome mat. Curious, though a little apprehensive as well, she had retrieved the letter, Glancing over the return address. She barely recognized the name, but felt her heart give a squeeze as she saw the town name. Skyhollow Valley.

The initial letter itself was from a man named Harold, Whos simple note explained that he had been a good friend of her grandfather before he had passed away. He told her how he had been helping go through some of the records that had been kept in her grandfather's house when they had come across a sealed envelope with her name and address on it, a posted note stuck to the front stating that it should be sent on his behalf in the event that his death should come about before he himself had had the chance to mail the message. Harold apologized that he had not given it to her sooner when they had come in contact at the funeral six months before, but had mailed it as soon as it had been discovered. She had withdrawn the second letter with somewhat shaky fingers, feeling a wave of nostalgia and sadness as she looked at her own name written in her grandfather's hand. She definitely wasn't expecting the message that was held within the envelope.

[I]Dearest Camilla bean,

I sure do miss you squirt. It feels like only yesterday when you were here visiting, your hair done up in pigtails, wearing a pair of overalls that you said made you "look like Gwanpa." Oh, you were just the cutest doll, following me around with your little plastic watering can while I tended the fields. You must have done more running back and forth to refill your can then you actually did watering the plants.

But I digress, I wasn't planning on telling embarrassing stories about you in this letter. By this time, I've already told you and your mother about my illness, So I won't waste time going over those details again. I don't have much strength to dwell on such matters. What I really wanted to tell you is much more important than what I am sure makes you sad to think of. Your mother has been telling me about your new job, about how proud she is at your success, but is worried about the increasing amount of depression she sees in your face. She's worried about you and your well-being. As am I. It has been several years now since your last visit to the farm, but I still remember your deep-seated love of this old place. I haven't been able to take care of it the way I would like to. Because of this, my deepest wish is to leave the care of the farm in your hands. If I know you, my granddaughter, your free spirit is feeling trapped and suffocated within the confines of the big city. Or, if it's not now, it will be one day. When that day comes, the farm Will be there waiting for you, ready to welcome you for the opportunity to get away from the modern world, get back to nature and open air.

I trust you with all of my heart. The deed Will be included with this letter. Good luck for your future.

With love,
Grandpa Scott[/I]

Things had fallen into place quickly after that. Cami Head immediately jumped into excited action, readily purging her clothing of the silks and suits, Packing away the high heels and the jewelry, packing up what little she felt comfortable taking to the countryside and handing over the responsibility of her apartment and it's furniture to her brother without a backwards glance. Everyone thought she was crazy, quitting her job, abandoning her friends in the city life. But she knew the truth. Her grandfather had thrown her a lifeline and she was taking hold of it with both hands.

She probably would have missed the turn off if she hadn't been watching carefully for it, A small wooden sign indicating in neatly painted letters that her destination was 5 miles along the dirt road an arrow pointed towards. Turning onto the unpaved road, Camilla Felt The familiar stirrings of excitement, anxiety, and nostalgia that she had been plagued with for the last several miles churn within her stomach once more. She had no doubts that she was making the right decision, but she wasn't sure what waited for her on the other end.