Our new 'home'

We moved into a new house today. It is such a nice house with unique qualities to its appearance but a totally different style to me. There are so many ornaments that could easily break so my mum put some away, just while we're living here. The thought of my brothers breaking one of those expensive vases or glass objects smacks me in the forehead. We live in a gated community with a nice pool down the road. There are tropical trees growing around. It is a beautiful sight to see sunlight passing its way through the leaves of the palm trees around the pool. There is a lovely lake as well to look at.'Florida is known for its many lakes',my dad had told me. During the day the sun is blinding to my eyes. I prefer swimming in the late afternoon. Inside the house we are staying in, there are four bathrooms. one of which has a spa. This house is a couple's spare house. Dust is not in sight at all. I try to imagine what the owner's other house they have would look like. The furniture in this house is Divine and good quality. The water is filtered and my room has a king bed with a bathroom. One advantage I have is that I don't have to share a room. I wouldn't think of sharing a bed with my brothers!! There is a table downstairs, where my brothers and I do schoolwork. Another joy of the house is there is a TV in every bedroom. There is also one in the lounging area, but we'll never use it, because of the  TV in the kitchen area. In my mum and dad's room, they have a bed which can sit up and vibrate, but we haven't figured out how to turn it on! They also have a massage chair, which indeed sits up higher and vibrates. It is so relaxing. Their shower is twice the size of the shower we have home and they have two sinks and mirrors  on two sides of the room, opposite each other. My brother, Jarom, has an electric piano in his room( which is why he chose that room). there is a piano downstairs in the lounging area. The outside of the house is a bit strange. A long carpet ramp leads down to the backyard ground and to the garage. the garage is at the back of the house. One scary thing in the house is the food waste disposer in the sink. My dad presented a "beautiful" description to me of what would happen to me if I put my hand down there. He talked about my finger chopped off with rivers of blood flowing down my bone, where my skin should have been,and other "lovely" stuff. I am grateful to be living in a lovely house.