When I was five, my family left our comfortable home in southern Oregon so that my father could attend Westminster Seminary. The two years we spent in Escondido, California were harder than my parents expected. My father was working full-time as a physical therapist and made little progress toward a degree, only finding time to take four or five classes. After two years, circumstances aligned perfectly for us to return to Oregon, to my parents’ relief. One positive thing that came of our excursion to California was that my mother helped her mother (who lived in Escondido) through the difficult period following my grandfather’s death, which occurred right around the time we first moved to California.
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