Well, this isn't actually MY cottage, but it is close enough. My father decided it would be a good idea to build a family cottage. I was fine with the idea, thinking it would be in a nice, quaint little cottaging area, maybe 3 or 4 hours from my house. I was very wrong. I later found out that we had purchased a lot on a tiny, uninhabited lake with maybe one other cottage on it. The worst part? It is 12 hours away, half-built, terrible electricity, plumbing, shower or indoor toilet. Its half an hour from the nearest town (which by the way is a FRENCH town, full of old french blokes sitting on benches), and can not be reached by road, oh no, you have to BOAT to it. My straightener doesn't work up there, and there's bears. Now, bears aren't such an issue, my true home town was quite populated by them, however, there is no one, I repeat, no one to hear our screams of death should we be attacked. As much as I love my parents, I sometimes doubt their sanity, yeah, they actually LIKE it there. My lovely sister, Heathen also adores the great outdoors. I myself, want to vomit repeatedly every time that I'm forced to go there. The only plus side (if you could call it that) is that NL was allowed to come up for a week, which was fabulous. Well, I bet next time you get to visit your cottage, you might think twice about how terrible it really is!
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