3 years ago my mom was looking for the perfect house. She said she wanted it big, but connecting, homey but out-ish. And then she decides to buy a house where the windows are smaller then a baboons butt. Not that I'm complaining about the big hallways and DEFINITELY not complaining about the hole in the wall that may have spiders and that it's going to be my room. 3 years ago I remember that the exact conversation I had with my mom.

"Honey I like this house what about you?"

"Uhhh-"

"I knew you'd like it!"

I even remember the exact moment when my sister walked in and said

"That house looks like dad's shed..."

"Honey!"

"Mom why?" I said

"Well you both have 3 years to look up to it." My mom said looking at us like she saw my sister's report card.

"That should give us time.. Where is it located?"

"It's located in Sanschnun... 4 and a half hours from here.."

"Sanschnun? Isn't that where they allow-"

"No! Of course not!"

Even me as a 4 year old hated it.

3 years later.?. Worst year.... My mom said im too negative but., c'mon, you would be the same about a house that would be a house for a broke criminal who robbed a 20's store. Wait no, a aboriginal's house