Some beginnings arrive with fireworks. Others come quietly, with cream siding, black shutters, and the creak of a porch step.
For Sarah and me, it started at 247 Maple Lane, guided by Linda, a realtor whose warmth matched the street’s stillness. The house wasn’t flashy, but it felt cared for. Neatly painted shutters, bright flowerbeds, and tidy lawns spoke of neighbors who valued community as much as property. “You’re going to love it here,” Linda promised.

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