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Prologue
Dear diary,
It feels so good to write those beloved words again. I used to write so often, notes, short stories, and poems, especially poems. And then, somewhere between childhood and adulthood, all those words just faded away.
Dear diary,
My name is Lisette and yesterday I told my boss to shove my unpaid overtime up his ass. Consequently, yesterday I also broke my lease agreement and packed my few things. So today I’m moving to the wilderness where hopefully I won't have to tell any overstuffed managers where to shove things.
Maybe I should start again.
I had a grandfather. Actually, like most people, I had two, but one, my father’s father, I never knew. The other, who I refer to as Grandpa, I barely knew. He died when I was very young. I don’t remember anything else about him, except him dying. He said something great waited for me, that it would arrive when I needed it the most. At least, that’s what Mom said he told me. I didn’t remember.
I knew Grandpa had a farm, but I assumed Mom had sold it after he died, or the bank repossessed it, or whatever happens to unclaimed sandy bits of land barely good enough for crop cultivation. As it turned out, none of that happened. He the deed to me. I didn’t know, of course. Even my mom didn’t know. But there it was, in an old envelope at the bottom of my desk at my Joja Corp. job. How it got there, I’ll never know. My fingers brushed across it while I was searching for something, anything, to distract me from my boss loading more work onto my already overflowing plate.
When I read that letter I just knew, this was it. That was when I told my boss to shove it. I called my mom on the bus ride home and she was overjoyed. The farm hadn’t been her childhood home or anything, but she thought the fresh air would suit me and that I’d never been one for a (It was completely grey by the time I was twenty five. Mom said it runs in the family but I swear it was my now ex-boss.)
Anyway, a sort of crisis led me here and I spent absolutely all my savings, because who gets paid enough to really have savings these days, on breaking my lease and buying a bus ticket out to Stardew Valley, and a town named Pelican Town, right on the coast of the Gem Sea. That’s the thing I remember, the only thing really, about the farm. It’s on the seashore.
I love the sea, although I’ve rarely gotten to visit. I love its changing moods, its range of shades and shapes, the salt breeze and the sand under my feet. Even if this is a total disaster and I have to move back in with my mother in her tiny apartment, maybe a little seaside time will be worth it.
The mayor will be waiting when my bus gets in, I was able to look up the number and make a call. Luckily enough, he remembered Grandpa, and said he and someone named Robin will air out the old cottage.
Wish me all the luck in the world,
Lisette