When I moved to Kansas City about three years ago, I had hopes of settling down. I’ve lived in seven different states. Growing up my dad’s job had my family moving every few years. We ended up settling down in Michigan. Where I meet my now ex-husband, he was in the military so that called for moving every couple of years. When he finished his term, we left Tennessee for Missouri with the intention of making it home and buying a house. It was something I was looking forward to, I’d be able to get involved around the city, making new friends, and no more apartments. After a few months in Kansas City, I started to rethink my original plan. It went from a place that I’d call home to the place that broke me.