Personal Narrative: Country Living

From what I recall, the day was heated, as were most days living on the top floor of a run down, income based apartment complex. Our second hand wall air conditioner sucked, and we were miserable. While annoyingly listening to the foreign toddlers run up and down the hallway in their diapers, I made the decision; it was time to move. I hate moving, as im sure we all do. My next task was to find a place to live that was actually worth the work that comes with moving. Somewhere permanent. After searching the newspaper and scrolling the internet day after day, I found it. A two thousand square foot custom built home, in the middle of nowhere, yet still only a 15 minute commute to civilization. Country living was a scary thought