There was a beautiful house at the end of our road. Here it is a week ago. Peeking out on the left.
It had a white staircase that seemed to float in mid air and a outdoor deck on all levels. It was charming and cultured and uniquely Korean.
They knocked it down.
Probably it will become a horrible cube of gray like the building we now live in. If you look at our street on Google maps, this plot was a fine Korean-style moulded house, too. It was a carbon copy of the one next door.
It makes me inexplicably blue to see a house I never really knew become a clean dirt patch. I can see it out the window from my classes. I didn’t even have time to take a good picture of it, so you all reading this will never be able to see it. No one will remember it was even there!