Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
A short while later I’m sitting in front of the house I fell in love with when I came across it online. I didn’t tell anyone about it when I went to do a secret visit. The minute I walked in I fell more in love with it. It’s a two-bedroom house and comes right in my budget. I see the brown-stained door with the matching one-car garage. I smile as I walk up and put the code in the lock pad as the bottom springs out with the key. I turn the key in the lock and step in a little closed-in patio and I smile at how cute and charming it is. I walk over to the real front door, open it, and I suddenly feel like I’m home. A small entranceway is there, and when you walk in a bit more, you have the kitchen to the right. It’s nothing grand. No island in the middle, just a stainless-steel fridge, next to two ovens against the wall, with a stove top next to it. A small counter space before the sink. It’s small and quaint and perfect.
I walk into the open space that’s the living and dining room and head straight to the back of the house; the thing that made me want to seriously consider this house. I push open one of the two doors and stand out on the wooden balcony. The sounds of roaring waves hit right away as I smile, walking over to the glass railing. Looking to the left, I see the bedroom that leads onto the same balcony. This is where I’m planning to have my coffee in the morning. I can see myself doing yoga in the middle of here once I push the table and couch to the side.
I take my cell out of my purse and FaceTime my mother, who answers after one ring. “Hey, sweetie.”
“Hey, Mom,” I say as the wave hits again.
“Are you at the beach?” she asks me and I nod.
“I think I found a house,” I tell her and her eyes go big. “And,” I say with an even bigger smile, “it’s in my budget.”
She laughs. “Well, let me see it,” she urges me eagerly, waiting for me to take her on a tour.
“Okay, but remember this is for me and I think I love it,” I say and she nods her head.
“The kitchen is small,” she notes, “but you’re one person.” After the tour, she states, “You can use the second bedroom for extra closet space. Unless you knock down the wall and just make it one giant space.”
“I don’t know, it might be better for resale purposes if I keep it two bedrooms,” I mention and she agrees with me.
“I want to make an offer,” I tell her and she smiles and then I see the tears in her eyes. “Do you not like it?”
“I love it,” she says. “What’s more, I love that you love it.” She wipes away her tears, making me cry.
“Also, I went for an interview for a job with a foundation that helps relocate victims in abusive relationships.”
Her eyes go big. “I think that you are going to help a lot of people, Lexi.” She sniffles. “I feel like if there was ever a job made for someone, that job was made for you.”
“I think so too,” I agree with her. “Look at all these changes.” I giggle. “I thought I would be overwhelmed and it would weigh down on me. Making all the choices on my own and not being steered in the direction that I should go.” I wait for my chest to feel the tightness, but it’s not there. “Now, please get me this house.”
“I’m on it,” she says and then smiles. “I’ll call you back.”
“I look forward to it,” I tell her and she disconnects the phone and I pull up his number.
I press the phone button and listen to it ring once, twice, three times when his voice now fills my ear. “You’ve reached Kirby.” I smile when I hear his name. “Leave me your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” I wait for the beep before I talk.
“Hey, Kirby, it’s Lexi,” I start to say and then hear I have another call coming in, and when I look down, I see it’s him calling me back. “You’re on the other line.” I laugh. “Bye,” I say, pressing the switch-call button. “Hello.”
“Lexi,” he says and it sounds like he just woke up.
“Are you sleeping?” I look at my watch and see it’s three in the afternoon.
“Yeah, we have a game tonight before we leave, so there is always the afternoon nap,” he explains and I sit back on the outside chair. “Where are you? It sounds like you are in a tunnel.”