I hurried back inside and found my suitcase sitting by the door. I took one last look at the house. With its large rooms and cream coloured walls, perfectly square windows and a warm fireplace by the sofa. I hurried back to the car and drove off. I turned on the radio and sat silently drowning in my thoughts. Soon I reached my best friend's house, it was beige with long curtains framing the upstairs window and roses lining the pathways. As I stepped out I was greeted by the sounds of horses, probably from the back paddock, I breathed in the fresh mountain air as I trudged down the gravel path towards the house.

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