I’ve often reminisced over the good old times of childhood. Life seemed more fun and carefree. Waking up every morning to my mom’s breakfast of champions was just the kick-start one needed to start their day. To me, those days were long gone. You can understand my excitement when I learned I would be getting part of that memory back.
However, it wouldn’t come without a price. My dad had lost his house over a situation with the IRS, the house Paige and I had been living in prior to the move. This was a difficult time for us as a family to deal with. But what has always been a great quality of ours is we never let ourselves be brought down, no matter what obstacles life sets in front of us. We decided to view this as a point at which to start over, a new beginning for our family. All of us returning under one roof after losing a home, and being able to relive a piece of my childhood is my negative gone positive. It’s turning out to be somewhat of an adjustment for everyone, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m loving it!