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walls were layered in large, round grey stones.
It was questionably two to three stories high with ivy crawling up
the sides. Only one window faced the rock driveway. It was tiny and
possibly had white lace curtains. The car and I faced a similar
stone wall along the outside patio. There was a door that led
inside, but the patio was large and full of outside plants. As I
walked up, I thought I heard water to my right but it was too dark
to see anything.
    As I entered the patio thru the little gate,
I noticed the concrete floor was cracked and old. However, the
patio furniture was newer and looked very comfortable. There were
yellow and white striped cushions tied to white iron chairs.
Similar cushions were on the little ottomans in front of the
chairs. A cute little white iron table was between the chairs. A
book was laying on it with a bookmark keeping place the last page
read.
    I was in awe. A little combination of the
stars, the cool breeze and that furniture, I could definitely see
myself out here. Not bad, I thought.
    “Not bad out here, eh?”
    “Yes.” I said turning to daddy beside me.
“Not bad at all.”
    I giggled at him. Daddy certainly knew my
thoughts like they were written on my face. I walked thru the only
door and found myself in a rectangle sized outdoor sunroom. Wood
frame walls held a weatherproof plastic securely into place,
keeping out the hot weather and bugs. A little washer and dryer
were to my right as I walked in along with tiny steps leading to an
old white wood door. The rest of the room was loaded with things
such as a freezer and wood/mechanical stuff. The door leading into
the house stood in the middle of the wall to my right. It was
distinctly red, though time had faded the color terribly. Between
the two doors was a little rectangle sized window, looking over the
sunroom. The front door had 3 tiny steps leading to it just like
the other. At the end of the room was another door. I wondered
where it went.
    “You can explore in the morning.” My dad
said, obviously noticing my staring. “Let’s get our things settled
and assess the situation. Maybe we can try to get some sleep soon.
I don’t know about you G., but I’m on New York time!”
    He put his arm around me and led me to the
front door.
    Mom was already inside putting her things
down. I could feel her taking survey of the house. I’m sure it
feels different being in the house you grew up in. I wondered if
things have changed since she’s been here.
    We opened the door and walked into the
kitchen and dining room. Hmm? I’ve never entered the front door
into the kitchen before. I surveyed the room in front of me: the
kitchen was to my right and complete with an old iron stove,
refrigerator, dishwasher and some decent countertop space. Brown
linoleum ran widespread on the floors. Though the décor was old, it
made me feel as if we were in a cabin, a very outdated cabin. The
dining room was to my left and had red walls with red carpet. There
was a window on the far left wall, in the dining area. I giggled at
the feel of the room, it backwards! I felt as if I was on vacation,
like that time we went to Colorado. Yes, that was the way I should
think of my life right now. The thought helped, I began to think
this house wasn’t so bad. Maybe I could live here for a little
while.
    I passed the dining room set for eight on my
way to the next room, which ended up being the biggest room of the
house, the living room. It was longer and wider than the first room
and had a tall ceiling. I ran my gaze along the high walls, I was
pretty impressed. The room was covered in dark wood paneling except
for the massive stone fireplace to the right side of the room.
    Now this room had windows! Massive windows
ran from floor to ceiling. They were on two sides of the room that
faced outside. Double doors were on the far wall. To the right of
the doors, stairs led the way up, made a 180 degree turn and went
along the top of the double doors. A deer’s