The Birthright

A few of you may know that my family and I have been living in PG since I was 10 but we've lived in two houses since moving here.  The second house (the one we live in now) is a house we built and my parents designed the plans special for certain things.  The most important and overall, the one that is MY favorite, is the way they designed my room.  Let me describe to you, my birthright.

It was a fairly large room, one that fit my desk and full sized bed quite easily.  Furthermore, it had three built in dressers that equated six drawers and a built in bookshelf.  I also had a balcony, a walk in closet and for the cherry on the sundae, I had my own bathroom.  It was utterly perfect.  And then a darkness descended upon the land.  I was going to college.

I was given an ultimatum by my mother, "It's not fair to have that room empty for so long while you're at school so here's what's going to happen.  You can either move all your stuff out now and put it in your new room in the [cupboard under the stairs], or you can stay in your [birthright] until some day in the future when I decide to move all your stuff and I just move everything for you."

Now what kind of choice is that?

So of course I decided to move my own stuff so I could organize it the way it is.  My new room is smaller and I still of course refer to my old room as my birthright.  But I learned something about it last night.

That room is my birthright even though my brother Bryson is living in it currently.  However, it's also the next brother, Holbrook's, inheritance.  So essentially, Bryson is just renting.

Enjoy it while it lasts buckaroo, it ain't gonna last long.