I’ve lived in many different
homes during my life. We are not Gypsies or vagabonds. We’ve just simply had
reasons to move. When I was born we lived in a small town in southern Minnesota.
When I was three and a half we moved into an apartment in Wisconsin so my
mother could take care of my grandparents who where both ill. The week my
grandmother died our Minnesota house sold, so we bought a house in Wisconsin
near our grandparents. Four years later we moved to northern Minnesota after my
parents divorced. We rented a house for only four months until we found one in
the community we where looking to live in. The place we rented had 20 acres so
my mother started a hobby farm. We lived there four years then moved to a different
farm a few miles away for two more years.
When my mom decided to change
careers our next move was to a parsonage. We were there for only one year
untell her next assignment took us farther north. This was a spectacular older
house that had been redone (picture 1). After one year there my mom decided
return to college to get her M DIV and we made the move to Pennsylvania. We
moved into a duplex on the edge of campus. Shortly after we moved next door
into a single house with more amenities. Both of these are graduate student
housing so it was an easy switch.
Picture 1; (That’s my mom by
the way)
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