Leaving Eden

Eden is real.  It’s only a hundred and seventy miles from here.  I go there several times a year.  It’s for sale if you want to steal it.  I would myself but I can’t afford it.

When it sells to another family, I will wonder how it came to be, that the place I love the most on earth, where I lived for five years after my birth, the only place that calms me down, was sold to tourists from out of town.

It’s a travesty.  And if it finally comes to be.  With it will go a piece of me.

9 thoughts on “Leaving Eden

    1. My family are the ones electing to sell it, so I doubt it. It’s all good, I will just stare at pictures of this place on my cellphone. All the memories, plus the added bonus of fitting in with the rest of society.

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      1. Oh…. well so much for that idea.
        Better get all your drinking buddies to chip in. I’d say tell them free beer… but that would probably cost more than the mortgage.

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