Home Sweet Hell

It was supposed to be our new beginning. I was so optimistic. I felt it in the core of my being. Something big was coming. We struggled a lot, but we were moving back to the county we grew up in. We would have more people to help us when we were struggling. We would be closer to our family. It was over, the storm had passed and we made it. If home was a feeling this was it.. We were finally home. We started going back to church. Nana was thrilled about us all going to church with her. The kids were happy. Things were going to start looking up.