Mi Casa de Sueño

Okay guys. Story time.

One of my favorite memories is a Youth Conference (a camp for 14-18 year olds that my church puts on every year) that I went to when I was 15. My dad, my brother, my best friend, my crush, my whole group of friends, all of my favorite people were there. We loaded up the cars and headed 45 minutes south to a lake. We spent the day having the time of our lives: swimming, eating, splashing, suntanning, boating, waterskiing, smiling, laughing. When we were all exhausted, but still smiling, we headed to the rental house. (We would have camped, but it was way too hot.) From the second I stepped inside, I was in love. The house was built in Mexican style, with a flat roof and square corners. It had plenty of rooms for everyone to sleep, and a huge kitchen. But the crowning feature was the courtyard. In the middle of the house. It was the awesomest thing ever. It had four sliding glass doors so you could enter from any part of the house. The inside had couches and plants, and had no roof, so it opened to the sky. In the middle of the day, it was as hot as hades, and at night you could look up at the stars and hear the crickets sing. I spent my favorite parts of the whole trip in that room. It could dry your hair in about three minutes without using a hairdryer. It was a great place to sit with your best friend and chill. I first watched High School Musical: A Bad Lip Reading there. When we had to leave, I really did not want to go. I loved that room. When I am a world famous author, I will buy that house and sit in my courtyard for hours, reading, writing, and thinking about happy times.