When this 12-year old, skinny, bean-pole hit the city, I felt a dread like no other. Granted, the visit was supposed only be for a few days. But the morning we found all of my stuff on the front porch of the city house, we knew there was no going back to the farm. But this is not your normal "rags to riches" story. This is about moving from an environment where people are supposed to fit into traditional molds, to something alien to me. Suddenly, I had two new step brothers and a step sister. It's one thing to have these new people in our distant family, quite another to be living in a household where the mother was a strong, sassy working woman, and one brother was an artistic soul. Oh, and we were the same age.
So, I spent my teenage years paired with Kent in school, in band, and in our first jobs. Thirty years later, this blog is my journey to become my own person, and escaping being his doormat in my teenage years.
