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My parents stepped up. Dad said they would help me, and they did. With their assistance, I was able to get the furniture I needed, as well as a kitchen table and chairs. I found a few other things at local garage sales and flea markets, such as lamps and some artwork to hang on the bare walls.
During those first days, when I had moved in and was in the process of arranging my household items, I returned home after purchasing the previously mentioned broom (and the other items). When I went into the kitchen, I had the first inkling that something might be wrong.
In the kitchen, the cabinet doors were open. Not just one or two, but all eight of them. I was confused, but not terribly so. I assumed (though I knew better) that I had simply left them open while I was arranging my dishes.
I ignored the open cabinets and put the experience out of my mind. The next thing I did, around the house, was buy an old sofa and a chair for the garage. The garage was attached to the house, had been enclosed, and had been used as a separate room. I decided to use the space as a place to unwind, so I moved my video game system into the room, and I had a table set up to use as a makeshift "bar." To finish off the room, I found a small refrigerator to put into the room, and I loaded it up with beer and three bottles of sweet red wine from a local vineyard called Red's. I had planned to try to buy a pool table, but I never could find one that was cheap enough.
School started, and I made new friends and had new, positive, experiences. At home, I also began to have new experiences. They were not pleasing.
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