Mateo
Chapter twenty-nine
"Do your parents or Addie know you're looking to move back?" Jade asks from the passenger seat.
I shake my head and take the next right, pulling to a stop in front of a large two-story home with a for sale sign posted in the yard.
"Did you call that realtor yet?" she asks.
"Not yet." I roll down the window, getting a better view of the house. "I want to have an idea of what I'm looking for first. My condo was an impulse buy, and don't get me wrong, I love it, but it's not home. I'm searching for home."
"Well, this one is a four bedroom, five bath Tudor with updates throughout," she reads from the listing I texted her earlier. "Dude, what the fuck do you need a house this big for?"
The simplest answer is I don't, but I want to need it.
Instead I say, "It's two streets from Mom and Dad."
"And that's important?" she asks, looking past me to the house.
"It's a corner lot," I say "But I don't like it. What's the next one?"
Jade takes the list I wrote from the cupholder and looks it over.
"Um, Lark Lane? Who knew there were so many houses for sale in little old Wilmont," she says.
She's not wrong, it's strange. Wilmont's seen a lot of development over the last few years. There's even a dollar store. Abuela would shit bricks if she was alive to see that.
"How do you not need the GPS?" Jade asks.
I shrug and stop at the light. "I grew up here."
The house on Lark is even bigger and grander than the first one. Jade scoffs at it, and I don't even come to a complete stop in front of it. The next one is a condo, well maintained, but I'm over condo living. I want something that's entirely mine, but I don't know what that feels like.
Maybe I'm not ready.