Ch. 9: Room to Grow

The Roles We Play, a Serial Memoir

It was July, right after our honeymoon, when Evan and I moved into Kalas Village, a newly constructed housing community for married seminary students and families. Rows of red brick townhomes with white columns stood in mirror image of one another. Asphalt roads weaved and looped around and between the multiplying townhouses, splitting the sea of growing families. Freshly sown grass lined sidewalks that led up to concrete steps and porches with white columns and railing, which obscured the view of potted plants, shoe cubbies, dried mud, bikes, even pianos, and other items spilling out of full homes. The space was tight for families of four or more, but for a newly married Evan and me, there was still plenty of room to grow.

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