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Nathan, Alan, and I walked back down to the Glass House where my Parents were waiting. We all sat in the living room and talked. It was an odd scene. Sitting around with Nathan, the realtor and his assistant, Alan, on the day of our Lock-Out, acting like everything was normal. But it wasn't. I'm not sure I even knew what normal was anymore.
"I've been working for the Bank for years, and I don't even know who they are. There are layers and layers of front companies, so much so, I don't even know for sure, who I'm working for," Nathan said.
"That's unbelievable," said Dad.
"It is," Nathan said.
"Do you think we could have a couple hours to get our stuff out of the houses?" Dad asked him.
"Yes. I'll give you four hours. And then either myself or Alan will come back to lock everything up."
It was considerate of Nathan to allow us the time. It wasn't something he had to do. Legally, we were supposed to be out on the day of Lock-Out. Or I should say, we were supposed to be physically out of the house, and off the premises.
The three of us had a split decision to make.
Where would we go?
Then we thought about the irony that the Main House had somehow been missed in the Eviction of Parcel B. We decided to move into the last house we could, the Main House.
Originally, the Main House had been an old barn that was converted into a house in the 1950's or so. It had three bedrooms and two and half bathrooms. The master bedroom was my Grandparent's room. It was the bedroom they would use when they came out to the Farm to get away for a weekend.
The barn was made of wood, and had been invaded by termites and a large population of rats and mice. There were parts of the house where the paint, was the only thing holding the wall up, literally. Plus the electrical wiring and plumbing, including the septic, were all questionable.
So, all and all, not a comfortable place to live. But it was the only home we had left. We started moving things up from the Glass House to the Main House. We only had a few hours, and a lot to get done, before the houses would be locked up. Mom was doing her usual routine of throwing things together. She also had to grab her two cats with their food, litter, and litter boxes.
I walked up to my place, the Cabin, to pack some things and found the door locked. Apparently Burt, the locksmith, had locked it after he finished. Dad had asked Nathan if my place could be left open after Burt changed the locks, which Nathan had said was fine. But probably with all the activity, the request hadn't been passed to the locksmith. Wonderful.
I had to wait until Nathan got back, to see if he would allow me into my home so I could throw a suitcase full of stuff together. It was the very thing that I had dreaded happening, being forced to pack in a rush. And now here I was, faced with the reality. I would have to be quick about packing too, since I knew I'd be on Nathan's good graces. I didn't want to abuse his time or generosity.
Then I walked back down to the Glass House and Main House compound to help my Parents.
"Where's your stuff?" Dad asked.
"The door was locked so I couldn't get in."
"Really? Well, we'll just have to see if Nathan doesn't mind opening it up when they get back to lock it up."
I wrote down a list of things I'd need from my house. This way I could go in and get everything very fast. It felt odd to write down a list of things I'd need from my own home. I could no longer just walk in and get what I needed. Hell, I didn't even have a key for the place now!
Several hours later, Nathan drove up to lock up the houses. He agreed to let me back in which was great. He gave me a ride from the Glass House up to the Cabin.
It was weird sitting in the car with him. I tried to act like this wasn't a horrible day and it hadn't bothered me to be locked out of my home. So I tried making conversation, hoping that might make things seem casual.
"So did you take a break and go to the beach?" I asked him.
"No, I went back to work."
"Well that's a bummer," I said.
"I had a bunch of 'nasty grams' to answer," he said in a voice with hints of anger.
"I've never understood why people need to be nasty to other people. After all, it doesn't really get you what you want. It only makes more people pissed off."
He nodded in agreement and pulled up to the Cabin. When he opened my front door, I rushed in. I had only thirty minutes to pack my things for at least a couple days. Luckily I had my trusty list handy. I rushed around the house like a mad woman, throwing together a few bags of my nutritional supplements, toiletries, some clothes, some books, etc.
I made sure to thank Nathan when he came to lock up the Cabin. I grabbed my stuff and walked down to our new temporary digs, the Main House. Oh, boy, was it going to be fun to stay in the Main House.
First I needed to figure out where I was going to sleep tonight and on what.
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