Page 47 of David's Chase

Lived largely.

This house is one of those things.

It all happened on a bright September day.

One of the real estate agents I worked with convinced me to come here and take a look.

The house hadn’t been on the market for long, and he was convinced it wouldn’t last.

He gave me all the information and went for a hard sell before I flicked my hand and stopped him.

I knew I’d buy it before he started to talk.

It was a warm, sunny day with piles of golden leaves outside and a soft breeze that felt like a blessing when I walked into this place.

What charmed me the most was the light in the house and the glass sliding doors in the back adding even more brightness to the already well–lit place.

I liked everything about it, and there wasn’t much to change. Many buyers look for places they can make their own.

I felt like this house had already been my place.

There were no grand plans for it.

I knew I couldn’t live here, not full-time or part-time, because my work entailed a lot of traveling, so no way this place was for me at that point.

But I didn’t want to rent it out either, and after a slight makeover, I lived in it for a few weeks that fall.

That was a nice time in my life.

I could afford to take time off from work, delegate some tasks, and temporarily live in this part of the world.

It was a warm fall that year with sunny days and a calm breeze.

I’d had food delivered throughout my stay and explored the area on my own. I went to the shops, sailed, and spent some time at the beach.

It was a nice epilogue after a few rough chapters in my life. The metaphorical sailing through life had finally become smooth and pleasant.

I no longer felt bad about anything. Not the story before Samantha, not my failed marriage, and not my contentious divorce.

The time for grieving had passed.

I was a wiser man and had everything under control.

I knew I had to do something I hadn’t done before, so I reached out to Miranda.

It took some digging up and some investigative work, but I found her eventually.

Her surprise was only surpassed by mine.

She never thought she’d hear from me again. I never thought she’d talk to me again.

And then the bombshell came, and a new hole formed in my heart where I thought I’d already had a nice silky scar to show for my old pain.

LIZ

I can’t get enoughof my beautiful surroundings.

It’s a little chilly, but nothing a glass of wine can’t overcome.

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