It really is demolished.

Coming home from a church choir practice which I would no longer attend, my dad and I decided to see what had happened to our home.

It was gone.

In its place was this large bulldozer, and another behind it. The land that it was on was flat, showing that the rubble had been cleared.

It looked so odd... an empty hole where a house used to stand.

It looked so... sad. It was really gone, for good.

But out of the mess, something really pretty will come.

Something really pretty is, in my words, a really big room than our cramped up hole of a house that I'm in right now.

I want this year to fly, fast!

And, last and not least, if work does not kill me first, boredom will. I'm now somewhere short of a Spider Solitaire pro.