Lana moved into her first house which was a one story bungalow. The street in which the house was located on was the picturesque tree-covered street that reminded Lana of her hometown. She was beginning her new life. Lana previously rented an apartment but felt the desire to have her individuality instead of living in such close quarters where she felt as if she could hear her neighbors breathe next door. The "newness" of the recently acquired house had not worn off. A big smile often appeared on Lana's face each time she turned the key and twisted the door knob. The bungalow was a sound house only with minor cosmetic details to tend to. Lana was eager to start on them. The primary cosmetic detail was painting the walls. The walls were previously painted with bold, dark colors which really made the rooms minute and tiny. Lana couldn't stand it so she began in her bedroom applying a light shade of color to the walls after priming them. Lana brushed on color while jamming to music. Suddenly she heard rapping on the front door. She grew slightly startled, turned down the music, and tiptoed over to the front door. Lana peered out the makeshift curtain she had draped over the half window in the door. A mother with two kids were awaiting a response. Lana cracked open the front door and greeted them. The mother welcomed her to the neighborhood and handed Lana a phonebook and a neighborhood newsletter. She thanked the mother and the kids, and the visitors left the porch, Lana shut the door and perused the newsletter. The newsletter contained routine meeting times for a neighborhood watch committee, details about an upcoming cookout, and various information such as recycling and trash pickup. Lana finds a safe place to lay down the newsletter and phonebook, then continued with her latest paint project.
