First Steps...

Exiting the taxi, it is difficult to see the house as the trees have grown up around the walls and through the floors and the roof is missing. 




Squinting I can imagine how glorious it must have once been - and will be again. 



There's a beautiful old Magnolia in the front and I think to myself that it must be saved, even if it means building the house around it. It will remind me of Moss Pond and my old life. 








Astonishingly, the roses are abundant, even after years of neglect. When times get tough, as they are sure to, I'll remember the tenacity of these roses. They, too, will have a home.



Venturing further onto the land, I get a sense of isolation, even though I've neighbors nearby. Giving myself a little hug, I savor the quiet knowing it won't be long before my days will be marred by a cacophony of noise as the house is razed, trees are trimmed and weeds are pulled. 

Circling the property, even a novice can see that the house is unlivable, as well as unsafe. Make no doubt about it, I'm disappointed but convinced it will make little difference. A home is more than four walls...it's a place you can call your own...a refuge...sanctuary... Starting over, all of this will be a part of my new life, building my story as I build my home.


Auntie left me a few Simoleons - not enough to rebuild but surely enough for a fresh start. While I can't afford to stay in a hotel, I'm sure I can swing a few bucks for a used tent at the Army Surplus store. Like I said, home is more than four walls!