Home sweet Home

Home for Now


It’s 4am and it’s time to go…
Although it’s just another day of summer, it’s the start of the work in August
Monday, lovely Monday.
The long wait is over, and it is time to go.
After a week of goodbyes, there’s one last farewell party, one last clubbing night, one last dinner.

The family friends who she grew up with, the dearest friends she has made along the journey, and the friends she’ll never forget.
She’ll remember the ones she’s lost, the ones she’s missed, and the ones who weren’t able to make the departure.
All the emotions she thought she’d have, have come.
All the thoughts she had leading up to today have come.
All the contact information has been exchanged, all the hugs have been shared.
Last minute words have been expressed, all the tears have been shed.
This is it. Everything to this day has led us to this journey. It is time to go.

How can time fly by so quickly? It was only yesterday she was settled at home.
it was only yesterday we were all in San Francisco.
It was only yesterday our family was celebrating our relatives birthdays.
First our cousin’s baby shower, then her birthday.
And the next, day our Veteran grandfather’s 85th surprise party.
My time has flown by.

What lies ahead is nothing but road and opportunity.
1400 miles away is where we are going, 1400 miles away from home.
1400 miles is where the new home is, 1400 miles is where grad school is.
It is a time for change, it is time for a brand new start.

The first hours of dawn are breaking.
Dad is driving as I fall In and out of sleep,
We start on Interstate 80.
We pass through Reno, onto Nevada.
It is now 11A.M, and it’s time for me to drive.
We pass through Nevada and into Utah.
Our newly found friends are contacted, but only one dedicates her time for lunch.
Lunch is at Crown Burgers, where we eat Chili Cheese Fries, Burgers, and Shakes.
But we’re only passing through, and it’s time to go again.

Halfway there, and 750 miles away. Another 8 hours is left, another 8 hours of driving.
Still on 80, we pass through Utah and into Wyoming.
Nightfall is upon us now, and time has never passed any slower.

8 P.M and we’re passing Cheyenne, Wyoming.

As we stopped by McDonald’s for a little snack, this is the last stretch.
150 miles to go.
Out of Wyoming and into Colorado we go.
Still playing the great tunes, time passes by faster.
More road is covered and more scenery has changed.
We have finally reached our goal, and we have finally hit Denver.

We all get some sleep and awake early for the next day.
Today we have one goal, furniture.
Costco!
We rent a uHaul as we purchase a bed, we find a couch.
We put together the couch, we move the bed up to the room.
We put the TV above the fireplace, and we put the bar stools together.

And now it’s time to eat.
Mikuni Sushi Downtown, here we come.
I see my old Boss, good ol Dad.
I see my old co-worker, Claudia.
And it feels like home again.
We talk, we laugh, and we eat.
The food is better, the atmosphere is warmer, and the restaurant is classier.

The house is mostly furnished, the accessories are moved in.
The alarm is installed, the TV and DVD player is put in place.
The dishes are stored, the clothes are hanged.
The day is over, and the mission is complete.
After a sweet, tasty dinner, and a hardworking day, we all retire.

Home Sweet Home.