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go to site When I was a kid, we moved around a lot. If you were to ask me to tell you about the house in which I grew up, I’d have to ask you, “Which one?” There are no memories of a treehouse or a swing, or even a brightly lit kitchen. There are simply too many houses and apartments swimming through my mind. The only constants were my brothers. My mother. My father. And my grandmother who lived with us my entire childhood. And the simplicity that comes with impoverishment.

go to link That’s not to say we lived in abject squalor. The homes in which we lived were clean, my mother and grandmother saw to that. We always had shoes and clothes, though often they were hand-me-downs and thrift store bought. This may be why I refuse to buy second hand clothes now, no matter how “cool” it became. I work. I want new shit. I’ll donate what I don’t want to kids that grew up like me. We ate. Mostly. Most of the time. My grandmother was a genius at making food out of almost anything left over. It might taste a little gamey, but it filled you up. Also, beans are cheap.

buy Lyrica online usa Every now and again, it might be a few months, might even be a couple years, we had to move. Mom and dad couldn’t make rent, so we would find another place in another part of the San Gabriel Valley. My mother was very sensitive to the fact that every time we moved, we’d have to adjust. Heavily. New school. New friends. She knew how hard it was, and I think she wanted us to have at least some sense of normalcy.  So, she lied to our schools as to where we lived. We lived at our cousin Ricardo’s house, as far as the school district knew. They were much more stable than us, and in my childish estimation: rich. They weren’t really, they were just middle class. But, at that time, middle class seemed like the good life compared to the transient gypsy life I was used to in my youth.

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