<|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|>I ran away from home at the age of 40. It was a home I had wanted for a long time, walked past when I lived a few blocks away. I finally got my wish and was able to buy it. It was<wm> a small, two-story bungalow on five acres of beautifully landscaped grounds.

I was proud of the home I had purchased, and I took time to familiarize myself with the property. Every day was a thrill. Every morning I woke up with the feeling that today was going to be different from the day before. Every experience was different from the day before. Every day was a surprise. My daily walks around the block felt invigorating. Every conversation that I had with neighbors became lively.</wm> Every meal became a feast.

I decided to build a small garden on part of the property. Every