We were sitting around the family dinner table that night in late September when my father called for our attention. Then, as easily as he might announce a family outing to a movie theater next week, he told his children that we were moving from Indiana. To another state. In mid-December.
I was horrified. This could not be happening.
Dad explained that he had taken a new job at a major architectural firm in Minneapolis, starting in only a few weeks, and that Mom and the kids would follow him to Minnesota at the Christmas school break in three months. In the interim, he would shop for a house for the family.
I was 15 and I had just begun my junior year in high school. Continue reading “High School Homeroom”
