Finally home

Moving Day Four: The best way to fall in love with a place is to see it at sunrise. Sunrise over the Blue Ridge Mountains was beautiful. The sky turned every color of pearl the world has ever known. I watch it go from the dark purply grey of a black pearl to the warm golden shades of white pearls as we drove through my new home state, past places Someone had told me about and promised to take me someday, and somehow I knew I was finally home.



It took most of the morning to get through the mountains, but we got to Richmond, and someplace called “Short Pump” (I ask you, does no one think about what they name places these days? Please. First Toad Suck, now this) around 10 or so, and were in Williamsburg by 11. Dad and I ditched the truck, met my new land lady, got the quick tour of town, signed the lease, and started unpacking the truck.

I love my new house. It's spacious, has tons of closets, a nice little kitchen (sadly, electric, but I can live with that), a beautiful view over a field from my living room and bedroom window, and a laundry room and dishwasher. We walked in to the place, let the cat out, and it instantly felt like home. Even Maya, who wouldn't get out of her crate for love or money anywhere along the road (except the hotel in Oklahoma), took to the place as if she'd been there her whole life.



Dad and I started getting things unloaded from the truck, and then Someone got there to help, bearing cold water and Big Gulps. I've never been so happy to see a person in my life, and not just because of the cold water. He and Dad and I worked on unloading until we couldn't take the heat any more, but had got out all of the wine and the furniture and enough of the other stuff so we could make up beds for the night before giving up on unpacking for the day and taking the best showers of our lives.

Once we were all clean, Someone drove us to a BBQ place someplace in the area for dinner. That was good. I don't generally like pork, but that was some tasty pig, that was. Dad wanted to do as much “regional” food as we could, this seemed to fit that bill pretty well.

After we all gorged ourselves on tasty meat, we went back to my place, watched a movie, drank some wine, and passed out.