In 2012 I moved again. This was nothing new to me, as my father was in the military and we moved quite a bit. I spent four years in this house, the entirety of my high school experience, four times longer than anywhere else. When I first saw it, I was unimpressed. It doesn’t look like much, just a long brick building. Once you enter it though, you see much more. There is an addition on the house that you can only see from the back or inside and it makes the house seem so open and large. I loved how many windows it had, there as always light in the living room as both walls were mostly windows. A wall in my bedroom was the same way. That wall had windows taller than me that covered the majority of it. I never look at houses the same, this one became my home, and when I find my next one I want it to have just as many windows. They make the space seem open and happy.