The porch roof sagged a little on the left side.

The white paint was flaking off the trim around the front windows.

I had exactly twenty-one days to empty the only home I had ever known.

I walked back up to the house and went straight to the kitchen.

I washed my coffee mug and set it on the drying rack.

I needed packing supplies.

I drove into town and walked down the narrow aisles of the hardware store on Main Street.

The shelves were packed with heavy bags of rock salt and wide snow shovels.