Personal Narrative: My Divorce About Home

Looking outside the window inside the clay house I was living in at the time, my eyes could only picture the dullness of the outdoors; the view made me feel uneventful to hang out with my cousin climbing 30-foot mahogany trees or taking a hike up elevated land terrain to swim near the pristine waterfalls. I instead remembered that I packed something better in my luggage. Once I unpacked, I could finally see my boredom disappear. The PlayStation was immediately set up on the television set and right away, I jumped into playing some "Street Fighter." Playing video games was the only thing that I could reminisce about home. From the cool air circulating around my house or my comfy bed to take up all the space I wanted, I missed it all.
As video games temporarily relieved my boredom, I figured to run down to play some soccer with my cousins'. As
As everyone gathered around the dinner table, the adults spoke about their childhoods. Being the curious person I am, I tried to listen into the discussion. As children, my parents tried to make ends meet with what was around, but it never took the fun out of their lives.
I jumped the gun and added that I would have died of boredom like I was already if I were living in my parent's shoes, even as far to include some of my complaints while living here. At this point, almost everyone gave questionable expressions directed at me. I wasn't sure what ticked them to be honest, but then out to my left, I see dad give this infuriating look right at me and told me to "quit being such a jerk! You are very unappreciative of the things around you."
With the embarrassment and disappointment of me and my parents, my appetite was murdered and the only thing I could think of at this point was to calmly walk back to my bedroom and