Day 1 arriving in Bells

After Keith died in April, we moved to a small town in Western Tennessee called Bells. I was full of hope and looking for peace to come to me after going though the worst experience in my life. It started out bad. I should have seen the writing on the wall. We arrived to find that the house had been destroyed by the renters. We had talked earlier about making some changes to the house, but not the kind we ended up having to make plus the contractor ( that is another story to come). We arrived to find that the air-conditioning wasn't working, dish-washer broken, windows on the garage door broken, and double pane windows on the French doors broken, not both just one side and only the outside windows (I still can't figure that one out) plus numerous other problems. We had hoped that we could stay in the house that night but after looking at the house and carpet we knew we couldn't stay there so we checked into the only hotel in Bells. Little did we know the horrific things we were to find the next day.