We bought the house and land for a song. Neglected. Abandoned. The owners grateful that someone wanted to take it off their hands.
“The house is in the middle of nowhere. Don’t know what granddad was thinking when he bought it and went to die there.”
I don’t know about their granddad, but I knew why we wanted to move there. We needed to move away from the crowds, the whispering behind our backs, the looks (sometimes of pity, sometimes of judgement) that we received each time we left our home. The last two years had seemed interminable. The same questions asked over and over again. The events leading up to the murder prodded at from every angle. The media hounds baying at every door and window.
When the trial was over, my family and I sat in a room and decided on the type of life we wanted. The children were in agreement with us that we needed to move away from the city. Abby wanted horses. Mikey wanted a place where he could paint to his heart’s content. And Cyrus? He wanted peace and quiet “from the maddening crowd”. My wife looked at me and uttered what was deep in my heart.
“We should take our money and move out into the country, maybe even to another state. Lets find the place we always dreamed of. That place where there are no offices and telephones keeping us tethered to the Company. There is no longer any need to please my father and the board of Directors. Let us please ourselves and go live off the land.”
I love her so much. This woman who chose me, who believed in me when no one else did, who stood by me and gave me strength.
And now 6 months later we stand before the house of our dreams. I see the amount of work before us and I smile. Fixing her up and bringing her to her former glory will help me forget the events that brought me here. I look at my children. Abby is running and shouting as only a 5 year old can after being cooped up in the car for so long. Mikey is admiring the view before him and is already snapping pictures of the house and its views with his camera. Cyrus has a look of contentment on his face.
“We will bring her to her former glory Dad. I can’t wait to get started.”
He walks off to investigate. Lindy stands next to me and puts her arm around my waist.
“We will be happy here. You will see.”
I kiss her. Then taking her hand, we walk together towards our new home and the future that it promises.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was inspired by the Free Write Friday image prompt by Kellie Elmore)