My internship agency is closed this Monday so I decided to
drive out and visit my uncle and his family for this long weekend. I got a bit
lost looking for his house, but I got there safely. When I arrived, I was
shocked and overwhelmed. Dear Lord, his house is big. It’s like…a mansion.
Well, I grew up working-class so any big house seems like a mansion. But seriously, his large, brick house is very upper-class. It has a long walkway flanked by two stone lions. There is a double-ended staircase and multiple sun rooms off to the side. One room serves as a study and the other as a playroom for his youngest child. There is an upright piano in one room and two dining rooms for the family. The basement has an exercise room and a home theater with a projector. Eight people live here—my uncle and his wife, their four children, and two grandparents. Plus me equals nine for the weekend. I’m in for a good time.
Well, I grew up working-class so any big house seems like a mansion. But seriously, his large, brick house is very upper-class. It has a long walkway flanked by two stone lions. There is a double-ended staircase and multiple sun rooms off to the side. One room serves as a study and the other as a playroom for his youngest child. There is an upright piano in one room and two dining rooms for the family. The basement has an exercise room and a home theater with a projector. Eight people live here—my uncle and his wife, their four children, and two grandparents. Plus me equals nine for the weekend. I’m in for a good time.
These are my thoughts as I’m climbing into bed: I’m tired
and tense and…this is a REALLY NICE BED. Wow. I lie there enjoying the
plushness and softness and airiness and…then half an hour, I’m sound asleep.
Good night, everyone.
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