The furthestback that I canremember iswhen my motherand I lived in aduplex inMinneapolis,Minnesota. Wewere renting it,and it was a quietneighborhood.
My mother got engagedto my step-dad, Brian andwe moved in with him. Atthis point I was in 2ndgrade, and his house wasa very obnoxious green.
Brian wasn’t happywith the money hewas making inMinnesota, and hegot a much better joboffer for the Lion’sMedical Eye Bank ofEastern Virginia. Wemoved in with mygrandparents inPortsmouth, Virginiathat summer.
It was then that my mother also began towork for the Eye Bank. The house was stuffyand cramped and we were ready to live onour own, so we moved to a beautiful house inSuffolk.
We wouldprobably still bethere now, if thelandlord wasn’tselling thehouse. Becauseof this we wereforced to moveagain.
The next housewas a lopsided,apartment inNorfolk, Virginia.My family and Icommonly refer toNorfolk as “thearmpit ofAmerica”, becausewhere we lived itwas verydangerous.
It was at this housethat my mother wasdiagnosed with thyroidcancer. She wentthrough radiationtreatment and couldn’tsafely be touched forten days—which wasthe time it took to packup our things and headback to Minnesota.
We found a gorgeous house, on a lake, in Clear Lake,Minnesota. Clear Lake was my favorite house and itwas the longest time I had ever been in one schooldistrict—just a little over two school years.
My parents wanted to buy a house, so we ended upmoving again, and I was devastated. The house webought was a much smaller house in Detroit Lakes,Minnesota, and we all hated that house with a passion.
We had vacationed toMichigan during thesummer and my parentsfell in love with the area.We found and bought thehouse we are currently inand we plan on stayinghere for a while.