About five years ago my family and I moved from Miami Fl, to a small town in the boondocks of North Carolina. We were an average five person, middle class, public school going, American family. But it seemed when we moved from the city to bum —- Egypt, our lives took a sudden turn down “Dreary Lane”.
Like most Floridians, we moved to NC to get away from the high taxes, crime, and traffic that come hand in hand with living in a big city. My parents wanted a better life for their kids, and as soon as there were shootings in the middle school near our house, they knew it was time to leave. Twenty one years ago my parents eloped and shocked both their families, neither of the in-laws were pleased. Despite everything, they were happy and went on their very marry honeymoon to a wonderful place called North Carolina. My mother had been coming here since she was little with her aunt and the minute she found out my dad had never been, she knew it was where they would go. Ever since then,( twenty one years later) my mom had been begging my dad to buy her a log cabin with a wrap around porch that she could walk out on, sit, drink her coffee and enjoy a panoramic view of the mountains. It was her dream house, and my dad being the good husband that he was, drug himself from his family and the only way of life he knew to move to a completely new place. My mom got her dream house.