moved

dogs, life, move, moving, new home

The weekend was eventful. I was able to pack up my essentials Thursday and Friday night, borrow a truck to move it all, solicit some help to do it, and get it done in one day. Whew.

Since I tend to obsess about moving for the entire month before it actually happens, this is one for my record books. Decided to make it happen on Monday, moved on Saturday. Though there is still a lot of stuff at the apartment to be sorted, donated, and tossed. The best news? I didn’t mess up my hip this time. I’m still walking upright and sleeping just fine.

I’ve been in the trend of moving every year, let’s hope I broke the pattern with this one. I barely fit in the space alrready so there isn’t much fear of accumulating more stuff. ūüôā

This move has given me a roommate. It’s the first time I’vehad a roommate since college (10 years ago) so it’s a bit of an adjustment. But Dani’s great and it hasn’t been hard at all.

I have Ellie back living with me which has made the last 36 hours pretty awesome. As we both settle in to our new digs her little personality shows through and we’re doing just fine.

Dani has a little dog too, her name is Annabelle. She is a weiner dog shiitzu mix and is a sweet fun little dog. When Dani gets home the dogs run to the door to greet her and she says “Hi little weiners.” Makes me laugh everytime.

We spent the weekend without heat and hot water. II just put more layers on and snuggle under a blanket. But if there isn’t hot water for a shower tonight, I’m knocking on the neighbor’s door.

it’s not my home

home, hometown, life, move, moving

Until a few weeks ago I always thought of my hometown as my home.  There never was a difference between the two for me.  While I was there passing through, I realized that it is my hometown.  And not my home.  It may have to do with that my parent's house finally sold.  Or that I haven't lived there in 10 years.  Or that every time I visit the town it's more desert-worn, wind-blown, and just plain tired.  

But I believe it also has to do with my frame of mind: I know that place with never be my home again.  It won't be the place I return to grow a successful career and raise my children.  It was a wonderful place to grow up but it can't provide the opportunities I want for my future astronauts, engineers, artists, and athletes.

That place is no longer my home. Just my hometown.

Looking back on when I moved to Utah 6 1/2 years ago, I knew I wouldn't be here forever.  At the time, it was about us and we, and maybe our individual feelings about our place of residence were things we should have been more open about. Though neither of us really knew the bumpy road that was ahead of us and what life would bring.

I've stayed here for 3+ years since we became me.  I've enjoyed it here, everything from the weather to the recreation to places I've lived and the people I know.  I suppose I haven't taken advantage of the social experiences I could be having, being in this place has been more about stability and what is familiar. There are parts of me that love this place.  Those same parts would be just as happy and at home in Colorado, Wyoming, California, New York, Connecticut, and Vermont.  And I'm sure a few other places too. But honestly, this place has some wacky politics that make me want to tear my hair out. I'd like to live somewhere that isn't so cooky.

It's the people that have made this place home.

I had a very sudden realization this summer… home is where I am. ¬†Home is where my stuff is. ¬†And even then, it's just stuff. ¬†It's the parts of me that make this apartment my home. ¬†Not the history I have here or the future it will bring me. ¬†It's home because I live here. ¬†

Home could be on the side of the road during a 2 month road trip.  Home could be a studio apartment in the city.  Home could be a lawn with a fence and a mailbox.  It doesn't matter what or where.  As long as I'm there the place will be home for me.  

I find myself thinking frequently of the next place I will call home.  Where will it be?  Who will I meet?  What will I experience?  I look forward to the new experiences in a way I haven't ever before.  I don't feel the urgency to pack up and run across the state line, but I am feeling the peaceful acceptance that my time here is done.  I'm ready to move on.