Inn of Hearts
“People choose to stay at an inn to escape reality. So it should be a place where they feel welcome and comfortable. But it should also transfer them to somewhere else. A place that only exists in their dreams. Until they come here”.
It was how her grandmother described the inn she managed, ever since Hazel could remember.
Hazel, named so because of her distinctive brown-coloured eyes, spent most of her summers at her grandma’s inn in the New Zealand countryside.
It was a place that combined nature, green valleys, mountains and beautiful beaches. The summers there were memorable. She would always find something adventurous and exciting to do, be it from simple gardening to trekking, gliding and rock-diving, so that by the time she entered adulthood she was already saturated with experiences.
But then, her career-driven self got carried away by city life and the business routine that meant having a leave but never actually taking it, and working incessantly.
It was only after her grandma passed away and she inherited the inn she loved, that she returned to it after years of neglect.
From the minute she stepped back on the porch, Hazel could feel her grandmother’s presence and all her childhood memories rushing back. She could feel it all in the air around her.
She decided to renovate the inn to its former glory, fixing what was broken and treasuring what was worth saving, while using eco-friendly resources to give back to nature that had nourished her childhood so well.
And in this she had found help. As if sent along deliberately by a higher force to remind her of all that she had forgotten so abruptly growing up.
Roger was a man who returned to his roots when he discovered that fixing old things helped him restore the broken parts of his soul.
It was inevitable that they would fall in love.
The inn brought them together into constructing a dream home they never knew they shared.
They kept its former name: “The Inn of Hearts”.