A Million years ago, I moved to a small wasteland.
This is the time, when Cleveland Heights only had three quadrants.

(Artist's rendition of the vast wasteland.)
But I had a vision of what this little wasteland could become.
So I began plotting and scheming. With much effort I created a whole community. I created the fourth quadrant.
But now it is time for me to move on.
I mean this real metaphoric-like.
But maybe also for literal.