water, positioned perfectly to watch the sunrise.
I stood before it, imagining awakening to this view each morning—a daily reminder of beauty and possibility rather than obligation and constraint.
“What are you thinking?” Sandra asked.
“I’m thinking,” I said slowly, “that this place feels like it could become home. Not just a house. A home.”
Sandra smiled, the expression softening her practical demeanor.
“That’s not something you can manufacture with granite countertops or stainless appliances. That feeling of rightness—of belonging—that’s worth listening to.”
As we completed our tour, I found
