Sam pulled up to the curb and put her car in park. She looked the house over, it looked well kept and the yard was taken care of. She wondered to herself if this was where she wanted to be, if this was a place she could call home. She had spent the last year living in the upstairs apartment above an elderly couple. When their children had grown and the husband decided that they didn't need as much room, they converted the entire second floor into an apartment, and had supplemented their fixed income nicely with the profits from renting it out. It was a great living arrangement for Sam. The couple minded their own business and she minded hers. She isn't one to have loud parties or even have company that often, and she's always punctual with her bills. The older couple often commented on what a great tenant she was, unfortunately they both passed away recently. Their children, completely grown and having children and responsibilities of their own, decided that they didn't want the added work of their parent's home. They had informed her last weekend that they were going to be selling the house and that they would appreciate it if she could start looking for someplace new to live. She wasn't happy with the situation, but she understood it fully.<br/><br/>Yesterday while stocking up on goods for her cleaning business at the store, she happened upon the bulletin board thinking that she could possibly find an apartment for rent there, she looked at all the ads. The only ad that held any interest being the one that was looking for 1 possibly 2 roommates. She wrote down the address and wondered if it would be a good fit for her. She thought it over all night long, finally having decided that she wouldn't know unless she at least investigated it further. She didn't have any houses scheduled until later today, so she decided to stop by before she talked herself out of it. Now here she sat attempting to talk herself out of it anyways.<br/><br/>Aggravated with herself and not liking the fact that she was putting it off. She turned the key in the ignition, turning it off, pulled them out, and grabbed her cell phone from the center console. She opened her car door, and stepped out. She walked up the steps to the door and once again hesitated. She thought she heard voices and people moving inside, but wasn't absolutely sure. After silently scolding herself for putting this off, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. She slid her phone and keys in the pocket of her jeans and straightened her tee shirt while waiting. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, getting even more nervous as time went on, she raised her hand to knock once again, but before her knuckles connected, she thought she heard footsteps moving in the direction of the door. She lowered her hand hooking her thumb into the belt loop of her jeans, and continued waiting.