Failure Is Not An Option

I have sold my house now.

Its bitter sweet.

Yeah theres money to play with. 

But it wasn't the money that was important.

It was the history that preserved that house.

No one cared, not my family, not my brother, though the family that bought the house seemed interested in its history or at least the lengths of it.

But not its substance.

In that house contained 60 years of family history it was where my dad grew up, where my parents tried to work out their marriage & failed, where I rested & how I acquired the knowledge of time travel itself. 

It has a unique place in history that no one else but I can see.

Imagine you wake up one night & in a few hours time come to the conclusion that time travel not only is possible but experience passing by yourself near the very house you grew up in. 

Its amazing to think back to that day. 

No one will believe that until the facts are presented & when they are it'll be too late for the technology or myself to change the outcome of whatever may come from that 

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