CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Word Count: 290
What does your dream home look like?
I don’t have a dream home. Now piss off.
I’ve lived in the same home for my entire life, ever since my parents brought me home from the hospital. I had a bedroom as a child and as a teenager, and, eventually, as an adult, I moved into my parents’ bedroom. I cook in my kitchen, and wash in my bathroom, and sit in my backyard to watch the sunset coloured sky. If I must, I conduct business meetings at my house, and I work in my study. The things in my house are my things, as well as well as the things of my parents, and the things of my aunt. I own my own home, and it suits me perfectly fine. It’s not deficient in any areas, because it has exactly what I need, and performs the functions that I need it to perform. If I need water, I can get water, if I need electricity, I can get electricity, if I need protection, to a certain extent, my house will give me protection. Not from a large falling piece of rock, of course, but it’s safe in terms of preventing burglary, and all that.
My home is many things. It is a place where I live, where I take care of myself, where I cook and clean, rest and work. I have an adequate home and it suits the needs that I have. As such, I desire nothing fancier, or more expensive, because it would be frivolous and useless, and I have better things to spend my money on without looking for a new place to put all my possessions into. So, please, leave me the hell alone, and stop asking these stupid, pointless, annoying, Godforsaken questions.