around the home

I suppose here would be the place for me to write some cheesy quote that is embroidered on a pillow somewhere.
"Home is where the heart is."
"Home is not a place, it's a feeling."
"What I love most about my home is who I share it with."
But....Nah.
That's not how I wanna leave this blog.
I would much rather discuss the aspect of one's home that is actually the most important:
the quirks.
You know those silly things that you have to put up with, thinking aggressive thoughts to whatever is not working as it should in the 21st century.
But then after, they just make for such hilarious stories....
You know the ones.
Like the front door that is always locked and so the amount of times you have had to climb onto your balcony and break in is astounding.
Or the countertop that will snap in two if you put too much weight on it because of that one night where you all decided to play a "drinking game" while standing on top of it.
And there's always that cursed heating and cooling system:
The one that breaks the heater for the whole building in the middle of winter and so everyone is forced to share blankets and cuddle and cause you to feel like a pioneer....sort of.
And oppositely.... when the AC is also broken and so you're forced to sleep on the balcony all Summer.
Don't forget about the red stained sinks and floors that have mysteriously appeared throughout the semester from someone's personal dye job.
And that one chair that you have to sit on just-so or else it will cave in on you.....
These.
These are what makes all the nine houses I've lived in awesome.