in all the 18 years since the horrific house-selling fiasco, i've lived dozens of places. many were places i wanted to stay and settle down, but for reasons that i still cannot comprehend, i wasn't able to do that. this is a photo of the place i liked most. it was only an ordinary apartment, but it was 2 blocks from this beach where there was a terrific sidewalk and park. i went there often, always daily and sometimes more, to walk, read, cry, pray, regroup, think and sometimes nap. it was very close to terrific public transit (buses, train), great shopping, downtown boston, colleges, churches, potential employers, diverse neighborhoods and lots of great beaches. for someone with salt water in her veins, it was ideal. alas, i could not stay here either. but if i moved back to massachusetts, this is the first place i'd go. i hope before i die, someone will tell me what happened to my house and led to those very miserable 18 years. forgive me this brief interlude of bitterness.
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