Ever since Eli was a child, he had kept a rock in his pocket to touch whenever he got anxious. He had picked up this one from the river close to his house, and it had bounced around in his jeans for years now since he managed not to lose this one. This time, he had both hands on his bags, and his suitcase kept knocking into him and squishing the rock into his thigh. He had one big suitcase with a hard shell and a duffel bag with his clothes inside. He knew about the climate ahead of time, but he couldn't really fathom a summer where you didn't have to wear some sort of sweater. 

He was glad that he brought sunglasses. They were a last-minute addition to his bag, barely considered until he realized what he might be getting into. Ezra had suggested a packing list. How was that kid always so prepared? Eli swung the suitcase around to his other side and gazed out around the train station. He idly walked around until he sighted the red truck with his name held against the window. Eli gave a "that's me" kind of wave and headed over to the driver's side door.

"Hey. Thanks for waiting for me," he said while getting ready to heft his bags into the back. His duffel bag swung directly into the rock. Ow. He cringed and gently set his bag down. Really, he just couldn't wait to settle into his new place and maybe take a look around.