My brother left to serve a mission when I turned twelve years old.  The day we got back from dropping him off at the MTC, I moved myself into his basement bedroom.  My mom approved the move, she was just too tired and probably a little too sad to help me.  So, I moved everything but the furniture myself.  By the time I moved out years later, I was very tired of living in the basement.  I promised myself I would never live in another basement again.

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