Jeffrey Archer once said “There are defining moments in one’s life when you learn about yourself, and you deposit that knowledge in the experience account, so you draw on it at some later date.” The real kicker about this is you never know what those defining moments are until much later. Then when you draw on those moments they become worthwhile as much as they might have honestly sucked at the time. I number these defining moments with the brightly colored numbered moving stickers the movers put on boxes and furniture before loading them onto the moving truck. Before the age on ten, I live in four different states and six different houses. I went to five different schools all of which had their benefits and flaw. The first move doesn’t really
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I remember for months crying myself to sleep in the darkness of my room, wishing only to go back to my home in Indiana where my friends were. Little did I know, not even three years later, I would be in a different Michigan house wishing I could return to the first house in Michigan. I wish I could say after living in five different houses that our family had finally found its forever home, but we had not. One more earth shattering move and I now list Harford, Wisconsin as my address. I have lived here for over six years but this place still is not “home”. I think after six houses you can’t call just one of them “home”. In each house I left a little piece of me, even in one a nasty note in the closet about the people who bought our home and forced us out. Little did I know at the time, it was really my parents who I should be angry with because it didn’t matter who bought our house we were leaving again. However, now I understand the value behind the tortuous moves that haunt my childhood. Each move and house taught me invaluable lessons I can now reflect on. The first house in Wisconsin taught me that family isn’t just blood and that no matter where you go in life there will always be people who are there for you. The Indiana house taught me that ignorance is bliss as a child and to
I remember for months crying myself to sleep in the darkness of my room, wishing only to go back to my home in Indiana where my friends were. Little did I know, not even three years later, I would be in a different Michigan house wishing I could return to the first house in Michigan. I wish I could say after living in five different houses that our family had finally found its forever home, but we had not. One more earth shattering move and I now list Harford, Wisconsin as my address. I have lived here for over six years but this place still is not “home”. I think after six houses you can’t call just one of them “home”. In each house I left a little piece of me, even in one a nasty note in the closet about the people who bought our home and forced us out. Little did I know at the time, it was really my parents who I should be angry with because it didn’t matter who bought our house we were leaving again. However, now I understand the value behind the tortuous moves that haunt my childhood. Each move and house taught me invaluable lessons I can now reflect on. The first house in Wisconsin taught me that family isn’t just blood and that no matter where you go in life there will always be people who are there for you. The Indiana house taught me that ignorance is bliss as a child and to