“I’m at a new place,” Daniel told his two best buddies over a few beers at their favorite pub.
“You moved?” asked Richard. “When did you move?”
“Yeah,” said Howard. “I thought you loved your condo.”
“No, I don’t mean physically at a new place,” Daniel said. “My life, it’s at a new place.”
“I don’t get it,” said Richard. “If your life is at a new place, did you move back in with your parents or something? Take it from me, dude, that sucks.”
Howard looked at Richard and shook his head. “You’re such a dolt, Richard,” he said. “Danny means he’s at a new place mentally.”
“Well,” Daniel corrected, “not so much mentally as spiritually.”
“Spiritually?” Richard said. “Are you seeing dead people?”
“Oh for crissake, Richard,” Howard said. “He means he’s reached a new state of mind.”
“Actually,” said Daniel, “I am trying to find the deeper values and meanings by which people live.”
“Are you going to go to the Himalayas and climbing some mountain to search for God or something?” asked Richard.
“No,” Daniel answered. “I’ve reached a place where I need to transcend the material aspects of life and appreciate the wonderment of the universe.”
“Cool,” said Richard. “While you’re shedding your material aspects and searching for the true meaning of life, can I stay at your condo? I’d really like to be at a new place myself. Living at my parents’ house is a real drag.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt. This week’s challenge is to “write about a character going to a new place, whether on purpose or by accident.”