Our newfound best friend.
The summer, it seems, is the best time to relocate. I moved out of the dorms about a month ago, my sister recently moved out of her apartment, and a friend will be moving into a house come August. It must be the renewed sense of purpose associated with summer that encourages people to create new niches. Or it could be simply that summertime is less busy and therefore a less stressful time to move. Either way, I am all for helping people during the transition.
The puppy was all over packing – literally.
A week ago, I flew down to Southern California to help my sister move from her apartment back home to Washington. We packed up her things over the course of three days and watched as movers took most of our hard wrapping and packaging work away. Then, we hopped in her car and started the 24+ drive home. Unfortunately it was not as easy as it sounds.
The moving company posed some difficulties that were hard to overcome, my sister’s recently acquired puppy constantly caused trouble, and to top it all off, there was a lot of stuff! When we finally managed to get on our way, we realized to our horror that we were already behind schedule. We had booked a room 12 hours away, anticipating we would make it there reasonably late in the evening.
Despite our late start, we enjoyed the hours of driving, catching up on our lives and discussing everything that came to our minds. Arriving at 3:30am, we checked in and immediately crashed into our beds. I awoke a few hours later to an alarm I forgot to reset. I took the opportunity to clean out the car, take the puppy for a walk, check in with our parents back home, and grab some breakfast for us. Needless to say I was not particularly looking forward to another long day of driving.
The puppy had never stayed away from home before! He was so confused.
My beloved sister knew exactly what I needed – Starbucks! For some reason, Starbucks and the newspaper always makes me feel more comfortable while traveling. Fortunately my sister offered to drive first and I was allowed to devour the news for an hour before I fell asleep. My hour-long nap left me refreshed and ready to take on the next 7 hours of driving. We were able to make it to my aunt’s house in Vancouver to rest a bit before traveling the last few hours.
Our welcome party consisted of my parents, brother, and family dog. As I expected, they were more excited to see the new puppy than they were to see my sister and I.
As annoyed and tired as I was, I am grateful I was able to experience the move. I disagree somewhat with the saying, “Home is where the heart is.” I think there are places created to encompass the love a person has experienced in their life. It does not necessarily have to be where loved people reside or a favorite spot where loved ones gather. For instance, I have always considered my family home as my Home, whereas my sister’s Home has been her apartment for the last few years. I have also considered my campuses Home, my grandparents’ house Home and my aunt’s house Home. Needless to say, they are all places where loved people reside, but they are also places where I love to show love. As do most people, I hope that one day I can create a space of my own that others may consider Home.