Years ago my family went for a month long road trip to New Zealand. We stayed briefly at a two story (service apartment like) town house. I remember telling my mum about how much I liked it. It was a cozy two story house with bedrooms upstairs and a nice lounge, dining and kitchen downstairs. Apparently I was raving about it for days afterwards according to mum...who still remembers it ~ten years later.
The month of October 2014 will be remembered as one of the defining moments of my life. I had been in a bit of a rut. Jobsearch failed. Havent been out with friends in ages. Neglected my bros. Some acute psychosocial stressor I cant talk about. I was getting depressed.