I can still barely contain the urge to cry, but it's a beach house, a block away from the beach. There's no crying about that! It's the perfect size for her and Brando's grandpa. And there's room for the boys to run around and go hang out at the beach - it's that close. But I still cry a little inside for the house Brando and his brother grew up in that I was *just* getting to really know (isn't it funny how you always really get to know something when it's about to be gone).
The pictures online are pretty but aren't *her*. I have to remind myself when she moves in she will make it her. Her with new things since she sold everything else, but her none the less and not somebody else's weird crap.
Still trying to fight back the urge to cry.
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