AT on... Living with Someone Else's Family

AT on... Living with Someone Else's Family

Heather Blaha
Dec 18, 2008

During my freshman year of high school (*shudder*), my family moved to a new town because of my stepfather's job. He left in the fall, but in order to finish out the semester, my mom and I stayed until Christmas. The tricky part was that we also had to be out of our house that fall, so, we were invited to stay with a previous co-worker of my stepdad's. This couple soon became close family friends, but suddenly living with another family was challenge, even when surrounded by comforts:

Many things were different at the Kingston's house:

  • I had to use the basement if I wanted to shower (only a tub was upstairs in the bathroom near the bedroom; teenage girls have very particular grooming rituals.).
  • They liked to keep the heat turned wayyyy down.
  • There was a daily menu for breakfast: Mondays were always pancakes, Tuesdays always eggs, etc.
  • Nothing in the house was mine or recalled my family, except my clothes and books.
  • My sister was gone (she had just moved to live with my Dad on the other side of the country. Times were hard).

If it wasn't almost 20 years ago I'm sure I could remember more, but what remains is the generosity that came with our neighbors taking in a crabby 14 year old and her mother. Although it was an emotional and stressful time in our family, the help of a roof, food, and friendship from the Kingstons will never be forgotten.

(Image: Home Sweet Home print by vol25, available at Etsy for $20.)

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