The neighborhood was quite and Doug silently parked across the street, the drive way was packed with cars. He wondered who they belonged to.
The sun was out and shining bright as Doug walked along the familiar porch of his grandmother's cottage of a home. Each creek and groan in the weathered wood flooring brought back fond memories of long weekends and endless vacations that he shared with her. Homemade cookies, walks to nearby shore, brownies every evening after dinner, the swing set in the backyard, the box of chocolates she would always keep on the coffee table.....
So many fond memories were made here, he smiled knowing that his stay was for an entire year, plenty of time to reminisce and make some new memories. He smiled knowing that he hadn't outgrow the childhood comfort of vacation at Grandma's house
He wiped his shoes on the new welcome mat and renewed his smile, he could already smell something tasty on the inside of the door...
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