I guess I'll start off from where I last dropped off. My last post was a bit dumb, being about facebook, and I have half a mind to delete all my old posts, but hey, might as well keep them. Might bring someone a bit of laughter later on.
I'm now thirteen years old, and I've moved from small West Monroe, in Louisiana, to Sachse, Texas, a part of the Dallas - Fort Worth - Arlington metroplex. It's a small town of about 19,000, but in Texas everything's large, and it doesn't seem small due to being in the metroplex.
My uncle, Raymond, has gotten out of jail. He was in there for three and a half years, constantly changing penitentiaries due to medical problems. He was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes at eighteen months and it has been with him since. Well, he got out of jail in June, and in August-September was diagnosed with epilepsy and stage four pancreatic cancer. That's not the worst part! Not only does he have pancreatic cancer, but it has spread to his brain. Nice, right?
They're all kind've feeding off of each other. With diabetes he has to eat, but with pancreatic cancer it makes him not hungry. When he does get to eat, there's a chance he could have a seizure, which, there's always a chance he could have one. But when he does he may lose his lunch. I think that the brain cancer triggers his epilepsy some too, but you can't take my word on that because I'm not positive.
We moved to Texas in July of 2011, so about six months ago, I believe. My dad needed to find another job to support us so he put his resume online and shortly received several responses from all across the country. He had responses from Beverly Hills, CA, all the way to Albany, NY. He had several other ones that I'm not too sure of, but the one that stuck out was Dallas. Only five hours in a car from home, it was easily the closest and quickest without flying.
Well, things kinda whirlwinded after that. Only a month later, or so it seemed, dad had left to work his job in Dallas while we stayed in Louisiana. I remember that distinctly because it was around the time that the Dallas Mavericks beat the Miami Heat in a seven game NBA Finals.
After several failed attempts to find a house in Dallas for us to move into, we finally found one that we all loved. My mom found it on Craigslist only hours after it had been posted. It was a nice three bedroom two bath house in Sachse, Texas in the lovely and large neighborhood called Woodbridge. We visited it, and we all fell in love with it.
Two days later, on the way home to Louisiana, we were driving through Shreveport when mom got the call from dad that we had been approved to rent the house. We started packing almost immediately it seemed, being able to move in July 3rd.
July the Third came and went in a very fast flash. It seemed like only the week before we had started packing, and then we were there on a sunday morning, wishing everybody goodbye. That trip there was full of mixed feelings, for several reasons.
- We were finally leaving West Monroe, Louisiana for what maybe for good. The house we have lived in for the past eight years was full of good days and bad days, sad memories and happy memories.
- We were leaving family. Some of them we were glad to be away from, others we would miss dearly.
- We were leaving the BEST church we had found in a long time, Christ Church. It helped us all in so many different ways. Shockwave was simply amazing for me. I have not completely filled that gap, but I am getting close to it.
- We were headed for an unknown territory for our family.
There was a long time where we sat in what seemed like Church Limbo. We drifted from church to church, unable to find one that correctly fit the puzzle pieces of our family. Our first church we tried we sticked to for a few months, believing that was the one. The children's ministry was nothing short of great, the pastor was well spoken and a man of God, and the youth group was alright.
Things went well there until I started to get bullied. Maybe I was overreacting, but I wasn't in a good place there. Who wants to get bullied at a youth group, a place called a safe haven? Not me, that's for sure. We left shortly after.
We tried a few different churches, Northplace Church, Gateway Community Church (I will talk more of this later) and Watermark Church. Everyone loved Gateway, except for me. At first. So we went to Watermark, where we all liked. We went there for about a month, and then we felt led to try Gateway again.
We did, and I fell in love with the church. It feels like home. The youth group is amazing. The church feels more like home to me than home itself does. The head pastor, Pastor Blake, is a great man. Gateway has a great children's ministry that Annalee is involved in and loving. It was just a perfect piece for us.
My mom is in counseling and it seems to be helping us all. She's slowly getting better day by day, and sure she has some bad days, but I can tell she is happier now. I think this move to Dallas was the best decision that they have ever made.
I went to a youth event called Refuel, with FourTwelve (Gateway's youth) that was held at the first church we tried. I was severely anxious because of this, hoping I wouldn't see anyone that had intended to hurt me, but my nervousness was wrongly placed. I had an amazing time, being able to open up to some friends one night, and talking to the college student leaders.
I've made a lot of friends over here. We're still homeschooling, even though I had a short stint at Wylie Preparatory Academy, which wasn't a good fit for the family. We're now in a homeschool group called S.E.L.A.H. that has been wonderful. I've met some good friends there, and I've enjoyed it. I've met my best friends at FourTwelve, which are Patrick and Katey. I haven't known Katey for as long as I've known Patrick, but our friendship is actually really good right now.
Anyways, I've talked a lot so I'm sure I'll continue this post later. Thanks for actually paying attention..that is you didn't fall asleep after the first paragraph.