Chapter 3: Where I Grew Up
Unlike most people, I have lived in the same house my entire life. The biggest change was moving into the guest room during sixth grade. I really don't mind this at all. Moving always seemed like such a pain. I have no complaints with my house anyways. There's plenty of room, especially since my brothers moved out. The master bedroom is downstairs and my brother's rooms are unoccupied, so I have the entire upper floor to myself, besides my dad's office. The move into my current room was a dramatic improvement. It was immediately better because I no longer had suffer the fate of sleeping in the same room as my brother. The new room was much larger, too, with a very high ceiling, comparatively. Though the ceiling fan is, and always has been, cruelly ineffective. A nice addition is the large window that gives me good view of almost the entire street. It lets in plenty of light and the foliage I'm at about the same height with looks nice in the spring and summer. The larger bed was a much welcomed upgrade, though it wasn't very soft. Oh well, I've gotten used to it by now. The room has a built-in desk that's very convenient, but has a pretty terrible paint job. Its white so dirt and grime are incredibly visible and it easily wears off in places with lots of contact, like where my wrist rests when using my mouse. I've gone on about my room because its where I have spent about ninety percent of my time outside of school. I am almost certain that I have spent more of my life in this room than any other place, by far.