Drops of Sound

There was this mansion I drove by on my way to work every day. It was huge and amazing and very run down. All of the windows were busted out and there was nothing around it. I always had an affinity for it. Every time I saw it I would envision what it used to look like. What kind of people used to live in it. How amazing to be right next to the water and so isolated and I'd wonder if it was there before they built the road and all of the condos.

They tore it down two weeks ago. It's gone and now there is nothing but the foundation and open fields and swamps. It was serving no purpose and a lot of people probably thought it was an eyesore. Logically I can see the reason, but there is a little pang of sadness every time I drive by now. I won't ever forget it though. So inside of me there will always live that house.

I'm having a bit of trouble in the school area. I'm one month off from residency because of my vehicle registration. How stupid is that? They said I could get a letter from my employer, but alas, I do not work in the state.

It's all about the obstacles.