As time went on at Hell-Crest Commons, the nursing home I’d been living in since July of 2015 I was slowly settling in. I would work on classes for college online (I was only a couple classes short of graduating with a degree in Professional Writing Studies and a GPA of 3.98 from Elms College), I would go to some of the activities groups, I had gained privileges to wheel myself around the grounds of the nursing home by myself and I would go to the coffee shop and chat with various visitors, people from my unit that I met down there, and people from other units. Some days I would go down to the lobby to sit on the couch and read or work on a personal writing project or make personal phone calls to friends from Facebook or family.
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