Chapter One // More Than Enough
Growing up, I always had more than enough. We had dinner on the table every night, new clothes for the beginning of every school year, cable television. It wasn't until we moved from Va Beach, Va, when I was around 10 years old, to the mountains of Pennsylvania, that I noticed that something was different.
Where we lived in Virginia was wonderful and I have so many fond and cherished memories of growing up there. I loved spending long days outside riding my bike around our apartment complex, or playing volleyball with my Dad and my cousin out in the street, using a speed bump as our makeshift net. No one cared about the clothes that you wore or what kind of car your parents drove when they picked you up from school. None of that mattered there. I was a happy kid.
Not long after my Grandmother's death my parents decided that were done with city living and that they wanted to reconnect with family up in PA, where both of them are from. For an entire Summer our things sat in storage as we traveled back and forth between VA and PA, trying to find a house for our family and work for my Dad. I won't sugar coat it, it was hard being a kid without anywhere to really call home for 3 months. My parents, little brothers (I had two at the time, a third to come later on), and I slept on couches, floors, and air mattresses at different family members houses. At one point we stayed in a motel for a week, and at another we stayed at a campground in a tent for awhile. But we made it through. My dad found us a nice little house to live in and when he couldn't find a job in his profession in the small PA town we moved to, he started his own business from the ground up.
When school started I assumed I would blend right in. I don't think I could have been more wrong.