​I was driving along the dirt road with my mother as we were trying to find our way to a relative's house for a visit. I had made the mistake of relying on her for accurate directions and very quickly we became lost on the dirt country roads. We pulled into the closest town and I asked her to jog her memory and try to remember where the house was. She said she thought she knew and we decided to drive back into the bush and give it one last try. 

I had recently just lost my house and the thought of renting an apartment did not appeal to me for several reasons; the number one reason being the lack of space, especially since I worked out of the house. So I decided to go with the next best option: it would be to rent the basement of a house. I searched for about a week until I found something that fit my needs. It was in an older area of the city, but even though the area was mature it was still well kept. It would be just perfect for the lifestyle I was living.