Dear House,
You may be only so much timber, but I love you. You've blessed me with your grace and comfort. You've sheltered me in times of trouble and are the backdrop to my happiness. I love the way I feel when I see you waiting for me after a long day. Thanks for always being there for me. Love always, Jess.
I am writing this in my four-poster bed, which looks absolutely beautiful in my sunny, new bedroom. Yes, that's right, we've finally moved into our dream house... I feel like there was a space in my brain that was all muddled with cotton, and now it's suddenly clear. The survival mode I was in while we lived at Dad's has been replaced with peace. Not that living at Dad's was a trial. Actually, it was very pleasant.
Love always, Jess.
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