Here’s another in my series of posts about the various places I’ve called home. If you want to read the previous ones, go back a couple of posts from this one for a complete list. I’m too hot, tired and cranky right now to add links to this one.

Hubby, Pumpkin and I made our first move as a family when Pumpkin was about 6 months old. We left the dump we were living in and moved into a place on the other side of the county. It was another mobile home, and it wasn’t any larger, but it was much nicer.

It had a nice, big front porch, and not much of a yard. But that didn’t matter much, because Pumpkin wasn’t big enough to need a lot of space to play in. We did have to buy a lawnmower, but Hubby found a good deal on a used one that we could afford.

The place was in a nice, peaceful location. There was only one neighbor within shouting distance. I loved it out there- for a while. Then a few things happened.

The first thing that turned me off to the place was the night that Hubby’s Blazer mysteriously rolled off the hill and landed on its side in the road. It was a very windy night, and I didn’t even hear it. But Hubby said he heard something, and when he went to check it out, his Blazer was on its side. He didn’t even know it was his at first, but when he looked out the door, two cars that were sitting in the road ahead of it turned around and took off. Thinking it was a hit and run, he went out to investigate and found that it was his vehicle.

The cops tried to blame it on the wind, but we knew better. We later found out that it was a guy who lived about a quarter of a mile from us, although we couldn’t prove it because no one would admit to it. Long story, but his sister-in-law let something slip and then denied it.

Then, in the summer, we discovered that we had termites. I told the landlord, and he didn’t take me seriously. But we eventually ended up having to move anyway. Hubby lost his job and we couldn’t pay the rent. We moved in with his parents for a month or so, but I’m not even going to bother writing about that. We were miserable, and I never considered it home.

So next time I’ll be discussing the next place we lived. It was a real doozy.