I was living in my grandmother's house. My cousin was visiting from Denver and we were having a great time but she had to leave. It was my birthday and my grandma said I could move into a bigger bedroom as my present. My cousin helped me move my furniture into the new room before she left. It was all new-to-me antique furniture, very nice. My room looked fabulous. Unfortunately, my grandma had rented out part of the house as a restaurant. My old room was going to be the kitchen which meant my new room, right next door, was going to be very noisy. The chef was apologetic but there was nothing he could do.