Last night in Mapleton
It seems appropriate that I should say something about this being my last night as a tenant of my parents.
I don't know what to say.
We have been here for nearly four and a half years. I was a different person then. My kids were 5 and 2, both still in diapers (Leah couldn't make it through the night). They had a ton of strange behaviors and were semi-unsocialized. My parents took us in and gave everything they could to rehabilitate the three of us, a trio of broken, confused souls.
We are happy now. We laugh, sing loud in the car, have hobbies and fight over the bathroom. My kids can ride their bikes to the park by themselves and giggle too late at night. I earned two degrees and just got my first paycheck on Friday, accompanied by a small Dairy Queen celebration. I remarried a wonderful man who is attentive, capable, intelligent, hard working, and very loving.
I've thought of my tenure here at Day Manor as more of a rehab center than a place to crash because I couldn't make it on my own. We needed support and it was given freely. There will never be a way to thank my parents for that.
So, tomorrow morning we load up and head south. We'll start a new story, hopefully an improvement on the last one. I can't help but feel choked up and more than a little sad. Mapleton was good to us. Very, very good.
I don't know what to say.
We have been here for nearly four and a half years. I was a different person then. My kids were 5 and 2, both still in diapers (Leah couldn't make it through the night). They had a ton of strange behaviors and were semi-unsocialized. My parents took us in and gave everything they could to rehabilitate the three of us, a trio of broken, confused souls.
We are happy now. We laugh, sing loud in the car, have hobbies and fight over the bathroom. My kids can ride their bikes to the park by themselves and giggle too late at night. I earned two degrees and just got my first paycheck on Friday, accompanied by a small Dairy Queen celebration. I remarried a wonderful man who is attentive, capable, intelligent, hard working, and very loving.
I've thought of my tenure here at Day Manor as more of a rehab center than a place to crash because I couldn't make it on my own. We needed support and it was given freely. There will never be a way to thank my parents for that.
So, tomorrow morning we load up and head south. We'll start a new story, hopefully an improvement on the last one. I can't help but feel choked up and more than a little sad. Mapleton was good to us. Very, very good.
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