[Typhoid]

I'm pretty fond of the house I grew up in, and inevitably am living in once again.
It's not so much the house itself - although I am pretty attached - but moreso the back yard. I love my parents back yard, it's fucking gorgeous, considering it's in the middle of the suburbs.

In the Summer, I'll just sit in it, and enjoy the view. I'll tend to the vegetables, fruit bushes, apple tree, sit on the bench swing, BBQ in the brick fireplace me and my dad made years ago, or just lay in the grass and be entirely secluded from every house around us because of the trees.

It's really hard for me to live somewhere that has a shitty back yard. When I was renting a place with my brother, we had next to no back yard - shared it with someone else, and it wasn't remotely private.

The only thing close was when I was living in my aunt's basement on Burnaby Mountain, and had a clear view of nearly everything from my room. But the yard itself was crap, being on a mountain and all.