When I was seventeen I knew I didn’t want to have kids or be married. I guess growing up in foster care gives you a sour perception of how family is supposed to be. With all the commotion going on around me I ventured into the world and ended up in Vacationland, or Maine as most people call it. From day one I knew this is where I would spend the majority of my days and maybe someday have a family. After I graduated high school the thought of making it and having my own haunted me like thick grey fog in the night. When I was learning to drive, I would practice in front of Steven King’s house and take notes of the beautiful sculptures that aligned the top of his big, gated black fence. “The Gargoyles,” is what I named them. They would sit there and watch me parallel park and laugh at my many mistakes and for hours I would watch them and think, “How can I get gargoyles?”
It wasn’t until twenty-one that I started to think about the gargoyles again. I was in the Army and making a few buck s. I started investing in several areas of interest and my best friend took notice. He asked me when was I, going to purchase a house. I had thought about it before but never put my idea on paper. So m...
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...eft a small den for family-get-togethers, nothing fancy but with the right furniture and decorations would be magnificent. Walking into the kitchen a simple back door leading to the backyard and patio sits on your right. All black appliances fill the kitchen with the brand new smell that will soon be filled with fragrances of spices and sweets. The center kitchen island astounding in its own way as it can be swiveled across the room to accommodate the chef in preparing future meals. The many meals consisting of baked fish and chicken with pasta would finally be served on silver trays and be complimented with exquisite taste.
That’s as far as I have gotten throughout the years but I know with much determination, and money, my dream house will become reality. I will finally have home to call my own and maybe one day a family to share it with if I decide to do so.
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