Pfft.

People are definitely getting more ignorant these days.

Confused yet?

The winding road that we seemed to have been traveling on for quite some time now suddenly came to an end at a cluster of trees. The massive oaks hid a small trail not nearly big enough for our Tacoma to travel down.

“We’re going to need little golf carts to drive down these paths.” I chuckled, turning to my boyfriend who was walking over to the car that had been following us.

A man who I had not known stepped out of a tiny generic white car and began to escort us through the path beneth the oaks. The single path turned into two paths, then to three. The more we walked, the more confusing the small forest seemed to be. But the forest wasn’t a forest at all. It was just a few bunched up oaks sparatically placed in sections and small bushes filling most of the empty space. Where the bushes could not cover, wild green grass grew, giving the paths an almost calming and beautiful sight.

Though the paths seemed to stretch on, we reached our destination in seconds. The three of us stepped out into an open clearing. In the distance you could see a spread of the same massive oaks, and up above the sky was not clear, but painted with huge white clouds sweeping across the blue mass. A small breeze brushed across our cheeks, and the hot moist air didn’t seem to bother any of us. Infront of me there stood a giant victorian off white house. The house seemed to be as old as some of these magical oaks, and at one time the house may have even been a creamy baby blue color. But the wood stood there bravely, nailed together, sun bleached over time and dried out over the years from the winds constant abuse.

Trucks surrounded the home, people scurred around it, fixing windows, pounding at the roof. I was positive that this was OUR home. The man who had directed us called forth his crew to make this old beauty liveable once again.

I had wondered how in the world so many vehicles had gotten onto our property when we ourselves couldn’t even pull forward, but besides the oaks in the distance there was more clearing. Perhaps they came from that direction, they’d have to let me in on their secret passage way.

“Can we see the inside?” I pleaded. My heart raced. Not only was this my first home, but it was glorious, a magnaficent structure that stood larger than most buildings I see in my small home town.

“Ofcourse you can. Follow me.” The man grinned. He gestured for my boyfriend and I to follow him inside through a doorless entryway. I suppose that was getting fixed also.

Inside, i barely felt as if I was even inside. The room seemed to open up for a couple dozen yards. A staircase greeted us in the entryway where a few older folks were seated and chatting with eachother. That puzzzled me a tad, but i moved forward. Our director passed us off to an older lady.

“Hi there, if you would just follow me, I’ll show you everything this house has to offer.” While she spoke, the woman handed us maps of the house. Were we really going to get lost in here? I was getting too excited.

I began to run from room to room, first through the kitchen which was so entirely covered with dust and filth and had what appeared to be over grown shrubbery on the counters and floor. The cabinets were chipping and the doors on them were crooked. Nobody had been here for decades. The cleaners will fix this. I didn’t even care about the kitchen, I rushed passed it into the next room, I wanted to see everything. A bathroom? Thats what the map said, but it looked more like a public bathroom with stalls and five sinks. The stalls didn’t even have toilets and the tile matched the kitchens decore, chipped and dirty. The whole house seemed to be the same way. The bathroom had vines covering the corners and no area was untouched by the sun gleaming through the many windows. On to the next room I ran. This room had another staircase so I immediately jotted up them.

I had never lived in a two story house before, so i adored the idea of having one, and I adored the idea of having so many different rooms to hide in and explore. This was a new adventure and a new experience. Upstairs I only found dissapointment though. It was harder to navigate through for old folks poppulated the entire entrance from the stairs. They layed on couches, sat on chairs, even plopped their asses on the stairs themselves. I gave up, there was too much unexplored area downstairs anyway, so i headed for a different staircase to lead me back downstairs. The staircase to my left had old folks planted on them but i squirmed around them, only to see that the stairs went down 6 steps then back up 6 steps. Almost as if somebody had taken 2 opposite facing staircases and pushed them together. Impossible. But I ignored this flaw also, and retraced my steps all the way back down stairs.

I had finally caught up to my boyfriend and the older woman as she was explaining each room to him. The next room we came across was an enormous red painted room with magnifecent murals of grafitti on them. I could barely make out what they said but I feel as if a teenager had lived in here for some time recently. Three walls were covered with this art and the last wall, to my right, was made up entirely of windows which allowed huge amounts of light to flood the room. I grabbed my boyfriends hand and lead him to the windows to show him the view. Beyond the glass, there was a patio that really was more like a balcony which was suspened about 6 feet off of the ground. The house was built on a hill, and at the bottom of the hill there was a built in pool with cement covering its edges all the way up to our house. You could see the oaks from here, you could just barely see the trails we arrived from, but most off all you just saw more house, as if it just made a gigantic L shape.

I’ll write more later. Too tired. Hopefully I’ll remember the rest.><

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