The car halts stop in front of the villa Mom talked about. I come out and assess the place and the neighbourhood. It's quiet and green.

Aligned private bungalows are separated with green spaces that are filled with different sizes of plants and trees.

The driver pulls out my two-wheel suitcase from the car and puts it near me.

"You move the car from here. I'll take the suitcase inside by myself. It's not heavy." I instruct him, pulling up the suitcase's handle.

"Yes sure, Ma'am." He responds politely and walks towards the driving seat.

I look at the villa again.

This is my new house in Seattle where I've...