There Is No Option

There is no option.

I have to let the house go.

I CANNOT KEEP THE HOUSE.

I AM NOT KEEPING THE HOUSE.

I AM GETTING ALL MY PRECIOUS THINGS OUT AND WALKING AWAY AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.

IT'S A FORGONE CONCLUSION.

I have to allow myself to mourn. Not later. Now. It's over.

I fought Asshole for My House, because I needed it to keep teaching. And I needed to stand up to Asshole.

I NEVER FELT AT HOME THERE.

That life is over.

A new Golden Sky...