Life has no rules Except that it will end you You determine the meaning of life This is how I think you ought to live
Losing a home is like losing a family member. For as long as I could remember, the house on the corner of Oak Avenue in the suburbs of Central Pennsylvania was my anchor point. Even when I lived on campus, that two-story, 4-bedroom house was my anchor, the place I learned how to walk, where I had tearful arguments, where I spent days hunkered down during blizzards. All these memories meant nothing to the bank. The foreclosure loomed over our heads like gallows. We were losing the house, and there was nothing left to do but search for an apartment and pack up.