Instead, there stood Chris and I, dirty, smelly, bone weary. Standing in the driveway with half finished beers in our filthy hands. Land barons no more. Regarding all that once was. And that was that. Ten years of marriage and babies and kids and parties and death and visits and all manner of animal companions (most of them unwanted). And in the blink of a surreal eye it is packed up and relocated, some of it in boxes in a storage facility until we return, but the precious cargo is traveling with me, either in the form of my husband and children, or in the memories that this place created for me.