"Figure it out soon dear." Mom got up, giving the envelope back to me.
                          
  "Yeah, I will. Don't worry." I took the envelope and went to my room. I seriously have to find one.
                          
  
                          
  ***
                          
  I was on the internet for almost three hours, surfing some sites to look for an apartment which I can take on the rental basis or which I can share with someone as a flatmate. 
                          
Seriously, Is there literally no one out there in the Paris, who wants a flatmate or who wants to give a place on the rental basis?
                          
  I shortlisted some names and interacted with them online through our internet and social media technology. The requirements of some people were different sometimes and sometimes my requirements were different. Exasperatedly I went to the last name. 
                          
  William Jones. Need a flatmate.
  Address : 10e arrondissement – 
                   Enclos St. Laurent.
  
  And the other details were given like location, Housing costs and the distribution of it, then, Commuting options, Parking, Recreation, Markets, Neighbourhood etc. and the contact details. It was looking good and impressive and most importantly comfortable and convenient for me. Besides that I actually didn't have any options and now it was the high time. 
  
  If I become a sceptical and a choosy person here, and think about how can I live with a man of my age in the same apartment, I'll probably stay in my home forever.
                          
  First contact him and then decide.
                          
  Contacting him and talking about everything was a nice decision. William's an Australian guy and a chef in some famous restaurant. He seemed a smart, debonair, funny, sarcasm lover but a nice person. Not a cocky, perv, irritating jerk. Luckily he was in his apartment so we took a tour around the apartment. It was awesome and comfortable, I might say. And the important thing, it was clean, all the apartment. That means he is not a mess lover person, maybe. It will be revealed soon. Thank Goodness! Cause I hate mess, I can't think of anything if the room is full of mess around. 
                          
  I selected the only left option, not because I didn't have any options but I genuinely liked the apartment. I mailed him the decision and the other details.
                          
  "Mom," I called her while descending the stairs and going to the kitchen. She was baking cookies. Yum! I love her cooking, especially cookies. She's the best Baker in our family. 
                          
  "What happened Char?" She asked while putting the plate of fresh baked cookies. As I went to touch one cookie, she slapped my hand. I made a face. "What is it?" She asked again. Oh, yeah, the apartment!
                          
  "I finally got the apartment to live in." I told her everything. Hearing that I was going to live with a boy, or should I say a man who is of my age, she frowned a little and started saying something but when I gave her his whole description and promised her that I'll leave the apartment right then and there after kicking where his sun doesn't shine if he did something, she relieved a bit. But I knew she was going to eat my head about taking care of myself the whole remaining weeks. It's okay though, I can understand. After all, she's a mother.
                          
  Okay, Char. Now you have to start preparing for the journey. I know you still have some weeks but it's better to be ready before the time. You are a punctual person.
                          
  *** 
                          
  The next few weeks went shopping and packing for the journey. After all, I was going to live there, not to stay for a vacation. Some warm clothes, some dresses, some comfortable casuals, pajamas and other necessary things were included in the list. 
                          
  Before I could think, the day of my departure has came already. I had an evening flight. When mom and I reached at the airport, it was that moment. I hugged her tightly, leaving her here alone was something that was at the end of my list. But I had no choice, and she knew how important my dream was to me. So she understood and let me go.
                          
  " I'll be in contact always, mom. Take care of yourself. And.. and don't forget to take your meds, I can't remind you everytime but that doesn't mean that you won't take it, okay." I knew she doesn't like taking meds. Sometimes our parents act like a child and that time we had to be their parents.
                          
  "Yes, sweetie, I'll. But you take care of yourself. It's a new country, new people. I'll miss you a lot." Her eyes filled with tears.
                          
  "Yeah, I'll. I'm gonna miss you too.. bye." I kissed her cheek and turned to go inside, waving her the last time. 
                          
  ***
                          
  I took a deep breath. It's a beautiful day. It was neither a hot day nor it was too cold. A perfect day. The fresh air of Paris was inviting me. My future was inviting me. I let out a sigh in content and read the address again of the apartment. Walking towards a Parisien Taxi, I gave him the address.
                          
  "Comme tu veux, madame," The taxi driver said in a pure french accent. I sat inside, my luggage in the trunk. As he started driving through the roads of the city, I looked outside the window. The beautiful Eiffel tower, I could see from every angle. The roads, the people rushing out there for work.. I would be one amongst those in a few days. I smiled to myself. There were many coffee shops, boutiques, restaurants on the way. Different parks and points of interest were in the 10e arrondissement.
                          
  The driver stopped the taxi. My destination has came. I got out, stretching my legs while the driver was putting my luggage down on the road. I payed the fair and thanked him before facing the building.
                          
  A huge smile on my face. Excitement in my mind. Future in my head. Luggage in my hand.
                          
  This is it. I mentally said, looking up in my front building.
                          
  


                          
   Hey guys, so this is it. The first chapter of the story, Count On Me.
I was writing this chapter for so many days. Writing, editing, re-editing. Finally I have done with it. I hope you like it. Please let me know below in the comments. And show your love by voting for it. Enjoy. Love you all ;-) iamtanu