Journal+6-+Narrative

When I first read the journal topic for today, I didn't know where to start. My family is many things at once, eccentric, annoying, strict, outgoing, and even lacking common sense at times. However, despite the many (many) times I've wished I was adopted, I always change my mind. It was the summer of 2001. We were all stuffed into a 2-bedroom apartment, while my dad and the rest of us began building our house. Lets just say the only good thing that came out of that summer is the free pool membership that came included with the apartment. I had to share a room with my brother, all of our stuff was packed into boxes, and we had no yard. Everyday, my dad and I would go to our future house, or "job site" as he called it, and work building our house, with a few of his friends. He even rented the heavy equipment, and dug the foundation. I was amazed that throughout his life, my dad had learned all these skills, including plumbing, electrician, and carpenter. I was proud of him, for being able to support himself through not only being a carpenter, but a parent, teacher, and all of the other quirks he has. We still live in the same house today, but I learned that there is no limit to the ability of humans, and once you set your mind to something, it can be accomplished. Now, when we have people over, I can proudly say in a nonchalant voice, "Oh, my dad built our house. Who was your contractor?"