Where She Belongs
Ethan
I smile when I see her car parked in my driveway. It's a sight that I have to admit I wouldn't mind seeing every day at some point in the future.
Silence greets me when I step inside the house. It's nothing fancy but it's mine. The ceilings are high in the ranch-style home, an open concept layout. Set just outside the city limits on a few acres, there's an old red barn on the property I converted into a wood working shop a few years ago that I'll miss like hell when I finally build on my other land. After complaining to my dad that I was desperate for hours of isolation after being surrounded by people at the bar, they encouraged me to take on a hobby. If I'm not at The Goat, I'm in my shop, building and creating furniture. Almost everything in my house has been
