More Than A Home


Anonymous, Contributor

It all began as a young child – my own version of Disneyland. The house: on a cul-de-sac surrounded by toddlers, and walking distance to the bay. Days were spent on the water and nights on the deck with laughter. Every weekend and all of August was spent at this magical place – a routine – but routines change, eventually. When I turned 10, the house went on the market and this special place was ripped out from under me like the feeling of having the wind knocked out – sudden and terrifying. Devastation.