Not many can brag about having each one of their offspring in a different state… Is it really something to brag about?? Personally to me it is, my mother on the other hand would disagree. A question that probably crossed your mind at the beginning of this paragraph is, “how did that happen?” It’s funny that when I tell people about it, they really do seem intrigued and curious. I guess in all honesty it’s not something that happens all the time or to just anyone. So how did this happen.. Well when I met my husband I was living in my hometown, sunny Miami, FL. We conceived our first child there, who is now 12 years old. We three lived in Miami for about a year until we decided to move to my husband’s hometown Philadelphia, PA. This was in 2006 and everything was just getting so expensive in Miami. It was no longer just my husband and I, now we had a child to think about and we felt this was the best decision at the time. Now remember I am a Miami native so it wasn’t easy getting adjusted to the new surroundings. It took me some time, but I did fall in love with Philly… So much that we honestly saw ourselves living there for the rest of our lives. Two years later we had our second son. Life in Philly was going pretty smooth until one day in June of 2010, when I received disturbing news about my mother being diagnosed with a cancerous tumor on her spine. With the help of my husband’s family, I hopped on a plane to Miami the same day. I left my husband and my boys with the intention of returning to Philly once my mother got better, which she did, but she still required assistance until she was fully recovered. That’s when my husband and I decided to move back to Miami so that I could be there for my mom (cancer sucks). We were able to stay with my mother while we looked for work and saved up enough money to move out. It didn’t take long before we realized why we had left Miami in the first place, it’s just too damn expensive. I’m sure everyone of you know how stressful living with parents or a parent in this case, can be. Luckily an opportunity knocked on our door, an opportunity that at the moment made sense. My mother in law and her husband were running their own business in good old Arkansas. I know what’s going through your mind… Trust me I’m sure it’s the same thoughts that I had then, but I’ll leave that for another day. So, my mother in law and her husband we’re doing so well that they purchased a couple of properties as investments and they also needed some extra help with the business. They offered us to rent one of their properties and to work full-time for them. Another thing that they were able to offer us was very precious, time, time to get our finances right before we had to start paying rent. A few days after that phone call we packed up our things, said thank you and goodbye to my mother, and hit the road towards Arkansas. I’m sure you can guess what happened next… Yes we conceived our last child! In Arkansas!! We didn’t last too long in Arkansas though, c’mon a Cuban/Puerto Rican family living among a predominantly White Caucasian population where children are being raised to not date someone outside their race (wow what a mouthful) yeah it just didn’t work for us. So where are we now??? Back in the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia and you know what, it didn’t take long for us to figure out why we didn’t want to leave in the first place.