“I'm Sorry I Can't Be With You, I Have To Move To a New House”

It is a golden house

One of Kina’s smaller friends is moving to a new house this week, which has activated the part of her brain that realizes people don’t always stay in the same apartment for their entire lives. Now that she is enlightened, she has been walking around threatening to move to a new ice castle from her old ice castle, or to leave us behind in our current two-bedroom apartment to live in a “golden house”. A solid gold house is, I imagine, too expensive to contain the entire family, and so we must stay here in our normal brick-encased family box instead. Tragic, and so embarrassing.

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