My mom floated a silly idea by us. The silly idea that we should move in and save some money so we could live in a house. As much as I admit we've outgrown apartment living, I couldn't see the five of us peacefully coexisting. I said no.
She mentioned it again. Michael mentioned it to me. I gave him ALL the reasons why it was bad, bad, bad... but in the end, here we were, in a moving truck going up the Northway.
To Grandma and Poppop's house
With a happy little boy who can't wait to play outside all summer.
Last time I lived with my parents I was in high school, you know. I didn't live there on breaks from school, or over the summer. For the past 12 years I've been a visitor, and perfectly happy with their arrangement. I sure hope we know what we're getting into.
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