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This is ridiculous. The parents are STILL on their construction spree, and every time I come home there's less and less. Right now everything from our entire house that's usually is in eight rooms and two bathrooms is in uumm...two rooms. There's books on top of beds on top of pots and pans on top of microwaves. Oh, and you can't even set foot upstairs. Right now I'm going to sleep on a blow up mattress with my mom, Jessi, and Mike. ...and there's an ironing board and vacuum at my feet...?
When I came home from college I was welcomed by...no room, no kitchen ceiling, and a broken car. Then yesterday Steve and I went to cook dinner...no stove. Then this morning we wanted to take showers...no shower. Then when we wanted to do our laundry...no washer or dryer. Then we wake up this morning (at seven!) because there was an earthquake going on upstairs. And there's four random Chinese men working on the floors. So we went to leave but wait...the car doesn't have water in its engine. This computer is the last thing I'm clinging to.
I think I might go back to Africa. It was soooooo much more luxorious there.
When I came home from college I was welcomed by...no room, no kitchen ceiling, and a broken car. Then yesterday Steve and I went to cook dinner...no stove. Then this morning we wanted to take showers...no shower. Then when we wanted to do our laundry...no washer or dryer. Then we wake up this morning (at seven!) because there was an earthquake going on upstairs. And there's four random Chinese men working on the floors. So we went to leave but wait...the car doesn't have water in its engine. This computer is the last thing I'm clinging to.
I think I might go back to Africa. It was soooooo much more luxorious there.