During the holidays my family almost always was the one to travel across states and join my grandparents at their home in Oklahoma. However, there was one year that my grandma from Durant came down to our (much smaller) house along with my uncle from Tulsa. This meant I had to give up my room for our extra guests and I had to sleep on a cot set up in my dad's office (back when “computer rooms” were a thing and the “Internet” was a location in the house to visit) in between all of his boxes of old junk (pure gold, in my opinion) and various CDs. 

Everyone acted like I got the short end of the arrangement but I was thrilled. I always loved sleeping on new things in new places. Probably because of the nightmares I grew up with. The same bed, my own bed, always grew unc...

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