I found a home, or should I say, a home found me?
My son sent me a text about a friend of theirs who was looking for a renter.
I had been waiting for a woman in Seaside to call me about the room for rent that I looked at a few days ago. I think she knew she would choose me but wanted to interview other folks, as well. Too bad she waited too long to get back in touch with me because I jumped ahead.
I saw the room in Half Moon Bay, in an excusive area, on a golf course, with a security gate and guard. The woman who owns the house put a micro wave, refrigerator, and coffee pot in my room. However, I am welcome to use the rest of the house. It’s quite large. She told me she and her husband often have guests such as I, and enjoy it. Lucky me.
She’s a lovely person, lots of fun, knows my Half Moon Bay family, and has traveled like I have.
I will be here for at least 6 months to get my book finished.