I knew I would love the house the second I saw it.  When my mom told my brother and I we were moving to the country, I knew we were in for a treat.  I grew up loving the story of Anne of Green Gables and knew this was my chance to become Anne.  Growing up on a busy corner led me to lose sleep from sirens and car horns to the point I never heard them anymore. Not when I was driving. Not when I was crossing the street. Never. It was enough of a problem I had almost been hit by a car multiple times. 

The first day I had my entire room unpacked, I began to wonder if I actually needed everything I owned. I remembered Anne only had two or three dresses, a few books and a huge imagination. I knew what I had to do and I slowly set to it. I had too many material possessions and no room for imagination. I needed room to breathe and most of the objects I owned were just collecting dust. I began piling all my belongings into piles of need, maybe, and no. As the day went on, the no pile kept getting bigger. 

At one point, my mother came by and asked what was I doing and as I explained my plans, she just shook her head and walked away. All she saw was money down the drain while all I saw was a new life. 


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