Apartment life is close-knit. I have a breezy
. I decorated the deck with wind chimes. Tree frogs sing at night. I sleep on a twin bed in the dining room, with three mountain view and a 25 lb. cat. My daughter has the bedroom. I beg her, “Please take your cat! He’s yours!” Chihuahuas
“I can’t, Mom! He snores.”
However cramped it is, sleeping in the dining room is convenient. If I get hungry, I can open the refrigerator without getting out of bed.
My neighbors seemed to like me just fine, until I saw what they named their home network: Lady_Your_Wind_Chimes_Suck So I put a rubber band around the pipes.
Can it be six years since we moved to
? We thought it was jaw-dropping gorgeous. And everyone was incredibly generous. On her first day at the middle school, they gave my daughter a baby pig. It didn’t ride the bus home. The pig stayed at school. Pickens County
“The barn smells!” She cried.
Now she’s about to graduate from PHS. Looking back, I hope she’ll appreciate why we moved her here. Where we came from, there was a shortage of coon hounds and swimming holes. And they served Coca-Cola in plastic instead of glass.
We found in the city, there were more kids than clubs. Here there are more clubs than kids.
teachers must negotiate on who-gets-which-student-for-which-club-on-what-day. So if she wants to, one student can belong to every club. Pickens County
Once, we saw a cheerleader put down her pom-poms and march in the band at halftime. Now, that’s a full resume!
These last few years have not been easy, but I’m thankful to have spent them here. Every time I go out, I see a familiar face. A single parent cannot feel alone here.
That means everything to someone, who has no one.