The Cave

So, as most of you know my family is moving this summer. Well, we officially have to be out of our old house now, but we can not move into our new house for a few weeks because they are still finishing contruction on it. As a result, we are currently residing in what has lovingly been dubbed "the Cave." I have no major complaints about the Cave - it is great... except that the pink paint is peeling off of the bathroom walls and falling to the blue sticky nastiness that stubornly insists on inhabiting the floor, there is practically no lighting at all, I share a bedroom (and a bed) with my messy, snoring teenage sister and the toilet sprays out at me when I try to flush it (that last one is the most exciting). My bedroom is painted a splendid, splotchy yellow. My makeshift desk is a dollhouse table that is about a foot and a half tall, and the chair is eight inches. Quite the adventure, that's for sure. On the up side, my bedroom is much bigger than the one in my apartment and my little sister is out of town for the next two weeks so I get to sit around and play my keyboard and guitar as much as I want. Very bohemian, isn't it Brianon?