Re(ady)evelopment

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Sitting in a big bus right opposite my old tuition classes
Recalling stress over tallying balance sheets and victorious joy when the final accounts would match
The sense of belonging here is so strong
The familiar busful of faces
Uncles sharing vivid memories of my sister and I playing with our hula hoop in the back of the building 
My body has so much memory of the comfort of this place
We are willingly going to place that will sign off ours
With the promise of a better replacement 
It's broken in some places
Its bones have held it up for a good 40+ years
Everyone agrees it's time
The old ones the least in agreement and the new ones who will benefit the most, the most 
Change is good
New is good 
Still I dread it 
My school building houses celibate temple men
My college building was totally rebranded
The building that saw me go from child to adult
Where I spent 23 years of the most formative years of my life
Will be dust soon

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