Ok well I hate moving in the first place, but I hate it even more when I don't have a choice. Hopefully something good will come of this, don't know what that will be yet, but I have a feeling that living with the in-laws will have something to do with it (such as humility and a newfound appreciation for living in one's OWN house).
In case you were wondering, no I don't currently have a house of my own, I lost it to foreclosure. So now, me and the rest of my family (4 in all) are living with my in-laws in a 55 and over community, so there are no other kids around for my son to play with. Also, my job said not to come back because they felt the commute would be too long and I wouldn't want to do it for long.
At the moment life kinda sucks, but thank god for family.
Best to you all!
