My dad called me yesterday and told me that we'll be moving some time around September. We won't be going far, just a few miles, but it will still be a change. We'll actually be a couple houses away from the house I grew up in, which'll be neat.
For a long time, my dad has been using our current house as a scapegoat. Because my step-mother owned the house before they got married, he says he feels like a guest there. If you ask me, that has more to do with problems in their relationship than any material thing, such as the roof over their head. At one point, he said that they would have to move or get a divorce. I just hope that God is leading them toward healing and that they may work things out before they move.
