It was a year ago this month that we moved into this apartment. By moving, we walked away from all the anger and hate, and started a new life. In this past year, we have gotten closer as a family. Junior is more relaxed and has learned how to manage his stress. We do more things together, and we have never been happier.
There are things I miss about our old house, though. I miss the four bedrooms, and everyone having their own space. I miss our big yard, and mowing the grass. I miss my little work space in the basement, and the pool table we had there. I miss doing all the home improvements. We didn't hire
Kansas City remodeling to do the work; Junior and I did it all ourselves. We decorated each bedroom the way the kids wanted. We made that house a home, and sometimes I miss that.
But once I remember all the strings and manipulation that went with living there, I don't miss it anymore. We may be cramped in this apartment, and we may not have our own bedrooms anymore, but what we do have is happiness.
And you can't put a price on happiness.