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Finding a vacation house is the most frustrating thing in the world. Especially when your parents (who ultimately make the final decision since they hold the magical money) join the adventure. My mother has done exactly the same research I did AFTER I told her I did it. She also has no idea how to use a computer so it's almost comical watching her try to figure out which one the 'power' button is. But only almost because after 10 minutes of this endeavor, you want to cry. Then she says well maybe we won't go to the outer banks after all. Except we only have 2 weeks to go! We're never going to find a nice house and we're going to end up living in the Wings Beach Apparell shop for a week. Or maybe the nice little Dairy Queen in Duck.
We'll see.
We'll see.