Page 19 of Loving Violet
The lot is breathtaking. Tall, ancient trees line the edges like steadfast sentinels, their branches stretching wide as if to embrace the open sky. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the ground, which slopes gently downward, creating a natural rhythm to the land. The grass is lush, dotted with wildflowers in shades of yellow and violet, swaying lightly in the breeze.
In the distance, the mountains rise like a hazy watercolor painting, their blue-gray peaks softened by a veil of mist. They feel protective somehow, like they’re standing guard over this little pocket of serenity.
The air here is different—clean and crisp, carrying the faint, earthy scent of pine and fresh soil. There’s a stillness that’s not silent but alive with soft sounds: the rustle of leaves, the occasional chirp of a bird, the whisper of the wind.
As I step out of the car, the possibilities hit me all at once. I can already see it—a cozy house nestled right in the center of this expanse, its windows catching the sunlight. A wide yard stretches out in my imagination, where Adrian could kick a soccer ball around or chase fireflies on warm summer evenings.
“This place is perfect,” I say, looking around and feeling a sense of peace. “I can see us building a home here.”
Melissa smiles, pleased with my reaction. “I thought you might like it. It’s a great location, and you’ll have the freedom to design your home exactly the way you want it.”
As we walk around the land, I start to envision the possibilities. A cozy living room with a fireplace, a spacious kitchen where I can cook meals for Adrian, a garden with flowers and vegetables, and a big backyard for him to run around. I can even make him his own soccer field with enough space for two nets where he can invite his friends and play on the weekends. Since moving here, Adrian has fallen in love with the sport and I am thrilled for him. I can also put in a pool for the summer months so Adrian and his friends can cool off in the water after playing under the sun.
As I stand there, imagining what this place could become, a wave of excitement hits me. This isn’t just a lot of land—it’s where Adrian and I could finally settle, where we’ll build our home, make memories, and start fresh. I can already hear his laughter echoing through the yard.
I turn to Melissa, my heart racing with excitement. “I want this land. Tell me everything about it.”
Melissa smiles, pulling her phone out to check the details. “Well, it’s been on the market for over a year, and the asking price is...”
She tells me the number, and my jaw drops.
“Wait, seriously? That’s...reasonable. I thought it would be way out of my budget.”
Melissa nods. “It’s a great deal. Land can be tricky to sell since most people want a move-in-ready house. This works in your favor.”
“I want to make an offer,” I blurt, unable to hide my excitement.
Melissa beams. “Do you want to do it now?”
“Yes! Why wait?” I grin, my excitement bubbling over.
She grabs her iPad from the car and starts typing up the offer. As she works, I stroll around the property again, letting my imagination take over.
After a few minutes, Melissa calls me over and hands me the iPad. “Here’s the offer. The price is as we discussed. Just sign here, and I’ll send it immediately.”
I glance over the document, double-checking the details, and then sign with a flourish. “Okay, it’s done. Now what?”
“Now we wait,” Melissa explains. “But I have a good feeling about this. The land has been on the market for a while, and I know the owner is eager to sell.”
“Well, lucky me,” I say, my grin widening.
“Definitely. In the meantime, if the offer is accepted, you’ll want to start meeting with builders. I’ve got a couple of recommendations for local contractors who can help you design and build your dream home.”
“That’s perfect.”
Melissa and I go over the next steps, and with every word, the idea of building my own home feels more tangible. As we drive back to Josy’s Sweet Shop, my mind is still out there on that beautiful stretch of land, already picturing what it will be like to call it home.
Just as we’re pulling into the parking lot, Melissa’s phone rings. She answers, her face lighting up as she listens. I step out of the car to give her some privacy, making my way toward the shop.
As I’m about to open the door, I hear her call my name. “Violet!”
I turn, and she’s walking toward me, her smile so wide that it’s contagious. “That was the realtor in charge of the property,” she says. “The owner accepted your offer!”
“What? That fast?” My voice rises with shock and delight.
Melissa nods. “Yes! The land is officially yours. I’ll head back to my office to start the paperwork, but congratulations!”
Unable to contain myself, I jump in excitement and throw my arms around her. “Thank you so much, Melissa! Let me know if you need anything from me.”
