Home by Grace McDonough
My house is as old as me. Kinda. It's actually a few months older. My parents were really young when they got married, mom was 21, dad was 25. I think that their age was partially the reason why they moved around a bunch after they got married. Maybe trying to deflect the fact that they were so young and already "settling down." In fact, my dad, being the tech guy he is, set up all our personal emails with "@movinalot" in honor of our status as frequent movers (very cute but always awkward when I'm buying something and have to spell out my email address to make sure they don't accidentally add a g to "movin"). It's weird, though, because I never knew that life. My mom, dad, brother, and sister shacked up in a hotel for a couple of months while our home in Sparta, NJ was being assembled, right next to the Sterling Hill Mining Museum. A few tapes from my pa's old camcorder documented my house in the building process. A short few months af...