In my childhood, I moved around a lot. I lived in lots of different places, meeting all kinds of people. I won't lie, it was hard, it was sad, but it is what it is. I think the saddest part of it for me is that I will never have a childhood house. Unlike my parents who took me and my sisters to see the house they they grew up in, I won't get to do that one day with my children.

House #1, State #1:

This was the house I was born in. It was a small house, and I mean small. At the time I was just a little girl so the rooms looked so big to me, but if I were to go in to that house now it would have a totally different feel. This house had some good memories and good parties. We had a swimming pool at this house and that is what I loved. I share a room with my sister for most of the time living there, that was okay I guess. We got a long most of the time so thats okay. The neighborhood was quaint and close knit. If you were in your yard and the neighbors passed by, they would always stop for a little chat.

House #2 State #1:

This was basically a intern house, we only lived here for one year. It was a big city like house, we each had our own rooms, but they were pretty small, but the house was bigger than our previous one. I was in 6th grade when we lived in the house, my favorite grade to be honest. I was at a new school, with new teachers, and all new people. I have a very found memory of this being the house that we hosted Christmas at. That was rare because my Aunt and Uncle usually host it, so that was a lot of fun.

I was sad to leave this state. I had family here, I had friends here...lots of friends and good friends too. I didn't really want to leave.

House #3 State #2:

Well now I am in a new state with a pretty cool house. I am pretty sure that this house was bigger than the two previous houses. We made friends with the girls that lived across the street and we all still talk to this day. This was a fun neighborhood, one year the girls across the street, myself and my sisters made a chalk mural down the entire street, and because it didn't rain for a while, it lasted for a few weeks, it was so awesome. We had lots of neighborhood block parties where we actually closed off the street and partied on the road, that was fun. Apparently it is not has fun now that we aren't there. When it was time to move we all cried a little bit...maybe more than a little. I came of age in this house, I made lots of good friendships, it was going to be the start of my senior year...I was quite content with where we were, but things happen and you just got to deal with it.

House #4 State #3:

We all disliked this house. We only lived here for 2 years and that was 2 years to many. This house was old, built in the year 1900 or something like that. It was pretty small, I had a path from my door to my bed and that was about all the room I had in my bedroom. All six of us living there at the time with one bathroom, where you only had 10 minuets of hot water. The winters were also cold in the house, for some reason the heat did not want to stay in the house and the pipes liked to freeze. But hey at least we had a place to live.

House #5 State #4:

Now at our final home and probably going to be here for a while. This is the best house we have ever had. It is also the biggest. We all have our own space and we are never right on top of each other. This house has many memories coming its way, lots of celebrations to come and stories that will be told. It took us a long time to get to this one, but we finally got here.

So you see, like I said I will never have my "childhood" house to take my kids to one day, Instead I have 5 of them, all with their uniquie stories and memories. Of course I wish it could have been a little bit different, but life works in mysterious ways ad it all happens for a reason.