The need to get away was overwhelming. She needed to see something new, something spectacular. After 2 years of nursing her sick mum, magnificent sunsets, and a stretch of plain green land was ideal. She was tired of the confinement, pain, and the putrid stench that hospitals bore.
Not that she was in denial. She had mourned. It was time to move on. She knew that her mother would applaud her for that.
Setting out on a new adventure, she was glad to find this place, at this time. Here, she would build her tiny house and start anew. The rental fees were almost non-existent and the peace was healing.