My first years on my own were rough. My parents got a wild hair and moved to Texas the summer after I graduated high school. Once I was in college, they moved to northern Idaho. The middle of nowhere was not my idea of a place to live in the summers and all my friends lived in the big city, so in the summertime, I was basically homeless. I could have gotten an apartment, but then working in the summer would have been pointless. I tried living with a friend of mine for a while, and that was cool, but put a strain on his family. So, I defaulted to my aunt and uncle. They were very gracious and let me live in the basement and didn’t charge me room and board. It would have been nice to have had a place to call “home” though. Let the Aunt Adventure begin….