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You Don't Have to Go Home, But You Can't Stay Here!
?Go home!? she said. Two words. It is incredible how much pain two words can hold. Thank God they weren't long words, or the pain might have killed me.
I want to say, ?I don't have one.? She would roll her eyes and call me a liar. In the sense that she means, I do have one. I have a place to go, but to me, it is not home, and it never will be. So I place my tongue firmly between my teeth and nod, fighting to hold in the tears until I can reach my car. I grab my jacket, throw it over my arm, and balance the last load of laundry on my hip as I walk out into the cold, dark night. I am leaving, but I'm not going to the ?home' she means, not tonight. Tonight I can't. Tonight I won't. Tonight I want to feel warm and safe.
I get into my Miata, and at the end of the driveway, I have a choice to make, right goes towards the house, left goes someplace else. I go left, and I smile for the first time in what feels like forever, I am free.
The tank was full, and I drove all night, turning when it felt right to make a turn Around dawn, I pulled into a little hole-in-the-wall diner for breakfast. The building looked ready for a wrecking ball, but the parking lot was full. My daddy always said to look for a dump with a parking lot jammed with cars, and you'll find good food. It almost always works.
I ordered coffee, a veggie omelet, and home fries and hoped for the best. The coffee wasn't good, but it wasn't terrible, either. I sipped the coffee and pulled up the maps on my phone to see where I was. There were twenty-seven missed calls on my phone. I ignored them. The map wouldn't load, no GPS signal. That made me smile. I had found the middle of nowhere.
The food was good, extremely good. I filled up the tank and kept driving. I wasn't tired. I couldn't wait to get to wherever it was I was going.
Around four, I felt it. I drove into a small town, and I was home, just like that. It was a quaint little town, my town. I rolled down the window and smelled the sea and smiled. The sense of belonging was so strong, and I didn't even know the name of the place.
I continued taking seemingly random turns until I ended up in front of the cutest little brick bungalow I had ever seen. There were two palmettos in the yard and dozens of azaleas. I wondered what color they would be when they bloomed. The front door was oak with iron hinges and a heavy iron knocker. It was arched. My soul felt such peace sitting out in front of it. Then I saw the best part of all, the ?For Sale' sign.
I looked at my phone, fifty-two missed calls, and one hundred twenty-seven text messages. No one wanted me around until I left?their loss. I called the number on the sign.
?Yes, I'm calling about 127 Orange Street. I was wondering if I could make an appointment to look at it.?
?I would be happy to set that up for you. When would you be available??
?Any time tomorrow.? ?Or any day, really?...,' I thought.
?I will call the owners and set that up right now. Can I call you back at this number??
?Yes, that's fine. And is there a bed and breakfast or hotel here in town that you could recommend??
She gave me the names of two B&B's and gave me the name of a restaurant for dinner. I thanked her and called the first number. They had a room available for the week, and it was close by, so I told the lady that I would be there later to check-in. First, I needed food and a suitcase. It wouldn't do to check into a B&B with a laundry basket for luggage.
I found the bar and grill that the agent had suggested. It was harborside and walking distance from ?my house'. It also had some of the best fried shrimp I had ever tasted.
After one of the best seafood platters I had ever eaten,I headed to the supercenter for a suitcase and toiletries. I packed my bag in the parking lot and headed back to the B&B. I had an appointment to see my house at ten the next morning.
I had never touched the money my dad had left me, not a single penny. It had never felt right, but I would now. I was going to buy that house tomorrow and start over here from scratch. I felt so ridiculously happy and free. I didn't realize how miserable I had been until now.
The B&B was beautiful, and the owners were charming. They were an older couple and very gracious. I sat on the porch sipping wine with them until nearly midnight.
I woke up to the aroma of coffee and bacon beckoning me. I showered and dressed quickly before joining my hosts on the screened porch for breakfast. The food was spectacular and plentiful. The bacon was thick and chewy, just like I like it, a made-to-order veggie omelet, home fries, and biscuits. And there were blueberry muffins.
?That was the best breakfast I think I have ever had," I sighed.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," Mrs. Helms said as she cleared the dishes. ?Will you be back for lunch??
"No, ma'am, I am going to look at a house at ten, and I plan to make an offer, so I should be tied up for a while. I'll just grab something, but I will be back for dinner."
?Where is the house?? she asked.
?It's not far from here. It's on Orange Street, a brick bungalow?.?
"That's why you look so familiar! Are you Martha's granddaughter, wait, no. It would be her great-granddaughter?"
I stared at her for a few moments. "Martha who??
"Martha Lewis, Ben, and Martha. They built that house. You are the spittin' image of her when she was young."
"I don't know much about my dad's family. He died when I was little. I lived in Indiana all my life. I do have an uncle I can ask." I took a long drink of my coffee. ?I couldn't possibly have just randomly found my dad's family home, could I??
"I don't know darlin'. What was your daddy's name?"
?David.?
"What was his daddy's name??
?David, too.?
"Ben and Martha had a David. He died in Vietnam."
I just nodded at her.
"You didn't know they were from here?" she asked.
"I knew they were from the Carolinas, but not where in the Carolinas. I guess I need to call my uncle."
"I have pictures of them somewhere.?
"Of who?" I asked.
"Ben and Martha and probably the kids too. We lived next door to them for thirty years. I will look for the pictures today. You can look at them at dinner."
"Please, don't go to any trouble," I said.
"It's no trouble, and I want you to see the pictures of Martha. I can't get over how much you look like her."
"Thank you. I guess I need to get ready to see the house. Does someone in the family still own it?"
"No, a young couple from Columbia bought it several years ago. They had planned to remodel it, but they didn't stay very long. It has been empty for at least a year."
"I can't wait to see it," I said.
I ran up to my room to grab my purse and freshen up. Then I called the bank to let them know what I was planning, and I had them fax a pre-approval letter to the real estate agent's office. If this house really was my family home, I wanted it even more badly than before. It was still only a little after nine, so I called my uncle.
"Hello, Abbie."
"Hey, Uncle Karl."
"Do you have any idea how upset your mother is??
In all the excitement, I had forgotten about my disappearing act. "She noticed I'm gone, how refreshing."
"Don't be cute, Abbie," he said, laughing. "This disappearing stuff would upset any mother, even yours."
"In a weird way, I just did what she told me to do. She told me to go home, and I ended up in Georgetown, South Carolina."
"You're where?"
"Georgetown. I have an appointment to look at a house on Orange Street in a few minutes, and I'm going to buy it."
"How did you even know about Georgetown? I'm sure your mother doesn't know, and I don't think I ever told you about it."
"No one did. I just got in the car and drove until I ended up on Orange Street in Georgetown, South Carolina, in front of the house that Ben and Martha Lewis lived in with their son David, who died in Vietnam."
"Now, I'm sure I didn't tell you because I didn't even know the street name."
"The owner of the bed-and-breakfast where I'm staying lived next door to them. She says that I look just like Martha."
"You just blew me away, kiddo. I'm coming down there tomorrow. Get me a room where you are staying and text me the address. Oh, and call your mother before she reports you missing and takes all your money. See you tomorrow."
"Okay, Uncle Karl. See ya tomorrow."
"Do you want to walk around outside first, or have you already done that?"
She opened the front door and let me go in first. The stale smell of a long-empty house greeted me, along with that ?old house smell' I love so much. The front door had a small square stained-glass window, with a lighthouse and a seagull. The floors were oak, dirty, but had been redone recently. There was a formal living room to the right. On the left, a dining room with chair rail and built-in corner cabinets with glass doors. Through the dining room was the kitchen. It took my breath away. Nothing had been changed since 1928 when the house had been built, and it was all still in excellent shape.
"The kitchen needs to be gutted, of course," Gina was saying.
"No, I love it. It's perfect," I sighed.
"That would be up to you."
At the back of the house were a walnut-paneled den and a sunroom. The back door led to a screened porch that ran along the entire back of the house.
Upstairs were three large bedrooms and two full baths. As I walked through the house, I seemed to know my way around, and I had the strangest sense of déjà vu. I snapped pictures with my phone to show my uncle. My favorite thing was the fireplace in the master bedroom. It looked as if it had come from an even older house.
"That fireplace looks older than this house."
"Yes, it was saved from the family home of one of the original owners," Gina explained.
"Do you know the names of the original owners? Or where the family home was or is?"
"Yes, there is a packet of information that goes with the house." Then a look of sudden realization crossed her face. "You're a Lewis. Sometimes I am so blond! So sorry, sugar. It didn't occur to me that you are one of those Lewises. You should have told me."
"I wasn't?.completely aware of it myself until this morning," I said, which earned a raised eyebrow. "I think I'm finished looking. I would like to make an offer." That earned me a big smile.
"Let's go to my office and see what we can do."
Two hours later, I left the office with a stack of papers, including an accepted offer, a list of calls to make to make sure the lights, water, and gas would not be turned off, and the names of several insurance agents. Gina had agreed to allow my uncle to see the house while he was there and to set up an inspection.
It was nearly two when I arrived at the Wild Fish Grill for a late lunch. I couldn't wait to read the documents that came with the house, but I wouldn't get those until the closing in seven to ten days. I called my uncle to tell him what I had done.
"You couldn't have waited until tomorrow so I could go with you?" he said halfheartedly.
"No, what if someone else had come along and bought it?"
"No, I got a deal, Uncle Karl What time will you be here tomorrow?"
"I should be there by two. We'll have lunch then look around."
"Sounds good, see you tomorrow."
"I'm going furniture shopping."
"Didn't I just say to stay out of trouble," he laughed.
"I'm going to antique stores."
"That's even worse," he chuckled. "I think your dad would be proud of you. Getting away.... well, I think it will be good for you."
"Thanks, Uncle Karl. See you soon"
This is an excerpt from my novel, Finding Home. I hope you enjoyed it!
On a particular dark winter night, in the far-reaching north, a group of Samis witnessed what seemed like thousands of flames falling from the sky. As these flames crashed and split open the earth, a thunderous sound was emanated. Little did they know, these falling flames would one day cause a meteor frenzy among the neighboring Russians and Finns. For decades, groups of meteor enthusiasts would travel this ancient land in search of those special space rocks. But, as the years came and went, fewer and fewer of these groups were ever seen again. Those who came early, took whatever they could find in the darkness of the winter nights without ever being spotted leaving the forests.
But Lara has always been a dreamer, and never a realist. With her passion and her never ending dreams as the catalyst of her life, one Saturday morning, Lara lets her feet carry her away from her parent's cabin and into the meteor forest land. Lara walked and walked for several hours scanning the forest floor with her metal detector in her hands. Within this time span, she managed to find a couple of old beer cans and several rusty nails. Nothing of value for her at all.
As she walked in the forest, an intrusive thought began creeping into her mind sending shivers running through her spine. It was bear season and she was walking all alone in a forest filled with scattered reindeer bones. Every time she spotted a reindeer bone, the more frightened and paranoid she became that a bear was watching her every step. It's time to head back, she thought.
Lara began retracing her steps back to her parent's cabin, but on the way back, she saw several lightning rays spears through the sky and then, five second later, some thunderous sounds so loud it caused her ears to ring.
While running as fast as she could, the rain drops began sipping into her eyes, causing her vision to blur. With her impaired vision, Lara suddenly tumbles forward and lands hard on her metal detector. The fall knocked the air out of her lungs. After Lara manages to gulp in the wet air, she lets out a cry of agony. Luckily, her metal detector did not break, but her spirit was in shambles. How can a seemingly nice day turn into this mess?
Looking behind her, Lara spots the silver-black rock that made her trip and fall. Curious, she grabs her metal detector and checks whether this rock that caused her downfall is her meteor As she probes the rock with her metal detector, Lara hears what she had been dreaming to hear for a long time: the sound of a continuous loud beep. It was a space rock.
With the rain and mud running through her face, Lara tries to pick off the meteor, but to her surprise, it is a lot heavier than she could have ever imagined. She could not run with the meteor and the metal detector at the same time. She figured, if she could sell her space rock for several thousands of dollars, she could buy ten other metal detectors.
Sitting on the wet dirt, Lara begins to push the rock from the side and removes it from the ground. The rock was a nice solid size.
The difficult part was carrying it to the cabin, but Lara felt she wasn't too far away from home. Squatting down, Lara picks up the rock and begins squabbling towards her parent's cabin. On her way, the storm became stronger with thunder and lightning scattering through the sky closer and closer to her by the minute. The rain got to be so intense, Lara could barely see in front of her. Tired from lifting the heavy rock, Lara drops the rock to rest her back. But, as soon as she drops it, a slice of the earth takes the rock in a mud slide down towards the river bank. Lara, tired, did not care to rush to get it. She knew the rock wasn't going too far.
As she recollects herself and brushes her wet hair from her face, a lightning so bright strikes in the middle of the river bank. Lara, blinded by the bright light and booming sound, falls to her back. Her ears ringing in pain were too much for her to bear. She stays laying on the ground for a solid twenty minutes trying to recuperate from what just happened. As the twenty minutes pass, the rain, the lightning, and the thunder cease. Lara sits up. She is alive, but not so well. Shock and curious, Lara crawls towards the edge of where the mudslide took away her rock, and she stares down towards the river bank.
Mesmerized by what she had in front of her eyes, Lara sees the source of the light. To her, it looked like a glowing crystal orb. Inching herself closer, Lara begins to notice something else. On the surface of the orb, she could make out faces. Faces with mouths wide open as if they were singing or screaming. Hypnotized, Lara lets her fingers gravitate towards the orb. On her fingers, it felt smooth like a marble and cold. Strangely cold. So cold she could feel the chill reaching her finger bones. Her hand, it now feels like it's on fire and her hair suddenly has static. The glowing light, it seems like it's charge with electricity. The current is running through her! Exploding like a lightning, in a split of a second, there is only Lara's silhouette. And her face, on the surface the orb, vanishes as the meteor clams shut.
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