Tuesday, July 1st: The shore was rocky…

She found it,the perfect house in Maine that would be where her and her mom would live now. What I picture the house would look like

The shore was rocky,kind of steep,and maybe dangerous to walk on. Her mother wouldn’t be outside much these days, so the rocky shore would not be a problem. Still, finding a home here in this particular place was a luckystraw. She couldn’t ignore it or pass this up. Her mom and her decided on this particular dwelling place from an online search. They needed this, a place they could relax from the city. A place close to the water that would catch the cool breeze of the water when the windows were open. You could normally hear the sound of Seagulls flapping their wings, searching food to sail to as the next breadcrumb or cracker landed on the sand that was dropped by a bystander. Life was gonna be better here, not to mention so much quieter than the hustle of a huge skyrise apartment in the middle of Manhatten. This move made possible because of her job. This move would be nice for her and her mom. They both would get better doctor care, insurance rates, and time to unwind. This job would not be as stressful as the one she had in New York. In this job, she was allowed a housing plan that enabled her to have an office at home. In her living room, which would double as a lobby, so to speak would be the waiting area. In case the next patient arrived early. There was a bay window overlooking the water to entertain them as they would wait. All was well in my life, I thought. At least until…