Before I get into the craziness surrounding my post-college quest for the perfect place to live, I thought I'd give you a little background on where I came from, housing-wise.
This is the nice, normal, single-family house in suburbs where I did most of my growing up. I shared (and fought over) a bathroom with my younger sister and brother, learned how to ride a bike in the cul-de-sac, and mastered the art of parking a car in the garage without hitting the wall next to the driveway. This wouldn't be the last time I'd get angry about sharing a bathroom, but it would be the last time I'd be able to walk around all three sides of my double bed in a bedroom.
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