I've sort of always wanted to live in the ghetto and I'm positive that this next year will quench that desire. I moved into the new house this week and well, it's in the ghetto. It's funny that the Casa de Fun Fun was in the nicest nighborhood in Rock Hill, but it's the most disfunctional house in the state of South Carolina. The new place is pretty much the opposite. Grace, Brittany, and I decided on the "Cabin" as our home name. It's a weird thing among my friends to name their houses and so the tradition lives on. I did not make up the definition stated below:
Cabin; n.
1. a room used as living quarters in a ship or boat
2. a small simple dwelling: a log cabin
3. the enclosed part of an aircraft in which the passengers or crew sit
I mean how perfect of a name is that? Grace loves boats and she's a pirate. Brittany is going to fly airplanes one day. I love the outdoors and camping. It's a beautiful thing. But how do I feel about moving out of the casa? The dwelling that has seen me through 2 crucial and emotional years in my life? I'll just save those emotions for later if you want to ask. I can tell you that I will not miss the random window units that supply small amounts of air in the summer. Or the oven that burns everything, or the heaters that don't give off any heat. And I especially won't miss my closet room with one outlet. I'm moving on to bigger horizons where I will do my laundry, the fridge will be cold, and my room has light purple walls which I already love waking up to. And I won't fail to mention that the company is going to completely rock. Cute furry pet included.
If you're a celebrity, I wouldn't go outside for a few days. geez.
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Ahhh, I can't wait to be living with you full time. Despite our middle-of-the-ghetto location, I get a good feeling about this house. A peaceful, easy feeling. It's going to be swell.
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