I hired a structural home mover named Roy to physically remove our entire building from the concrete foundation. His dedicated crew carefully lifted the thirty one year old house onto a flatbed transport system and scraped the land completely clean. I packed my personal belongings, left his possessions behind, and moved away to stay with my college roommate Dana and her dog Biscuit. By the time the crew finished their work, my property was nothing more than flat dirt and open sky.
I parked across the street from my empty lot on Sunday morning to watch Ethan arrive from the airport with his new wife and my two children. He dropped his suitcase in pure shock when he realized the entire three bedroom house was missing. He called me in a panic to demand answers, and I calmly reminded him that I legally owned the land before driving away. Returning to my friend for breakfast, I finally felt peaceful knowing my future belonged entirely to me
