Junk was piled in the driveway from the neighbour's renovation. Garbage was strewn about and overflowing mail addressed to 'Occupant' spilled out onto the porch below. The neglect was disheartening.
A large clinical sign, hastily taped to the front door reads "Demolition Permit', yet the house still stands over 6 months later.
I stood in the backyard for a few moments. It looks no different than it would have last year at this time. The plants we removed are unnoticeable within the frost stung garden. The patio furniture gone, as it would be. The barrels sagging a little deeper, cautioning of their future demise.
Peered in through the back window and it is how we left it.
Strange, the coexisting feeling of familiarity and disconnectness.
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| The backyard as I left it on May 10, 2012. The night before it was sold. |
