As she walked home from the station, she daydreamed of what she would do with a whole weekend spent in her adopted city. Christina had been in New York City for a grand total of six months. A transplant from Wisconsin, she had decided in her last year of college as a fashion design major that if she was going to have any chance of success, she would need to aim higher than her friends, who mostly planned to return to their small towns after graduation. When she asked her classmates and fellow graduates, most of them from Wisconsin like her self, almost to a person they talked happily of returning to start a life that in many ways would resemble that of their parents. Though her own family had begged her to come back to her home town to settle, she reasoned with them that she couldn't very well begin a successful career in fashion in her small town of Elwood, population just under 5,000. But even more than that, the honest truth was that Christina was chomping at the bit for something more. More than the small-town life she had known.
