Well, it’s finally happened. The large, bald one has totally lost it. As I sit in the back of the car I can not help wonder what spurred this drastic change? Why has she put all of our stuff in boxes and where are we going? And, most importantly, will there be more boxes when we arrive?
I let out a sigh as I watch her, watching the road. I know deep in my bones that things are about to change. The only thing I am sure of is that we will be together, and that’s what really matters.
MICHELE’S ADDENDUM: I’m so excited that things are finally going to change. We’ve been in quarantine for 6.5 months now and I feel like I’m going crazy. I spend all of my time at home and every day runs into the next. Despite the monotony, I have to admit that I am one of the lucky ones. I am quarantined with my best friend, Cal.
Just a few weeks ago, my work announced that I can work remotely until September 1st 2021. I immediately got the idea to put my stuff in storage and go on the road. I talked it over with Cal multiple times. Each time he purred and head-butted me, I took this to mean that he was agreeable.
Last week when I started packing the apartment, he continued to show his support by jumping into each box as I assembled them.
Today is moving day, however, and I am starting to worry about my best friend. I know that he does not like loud noises or strangers. I set up a little space for him in the walk-in closet, where he could have access to his blanket, toys, and litter box. I knew it wasn’t ideal, but it was the best solution I could think of.
The movers took substantially longer than I expected. Once they finished packing the truck, I let Cal out of the closet to roam the apartment, while I followed the movers to the storage unit to oversee the remainder of their work.
It was almost 7:30pm by the time I made it back to collect Cal and start the drive to our first destination.
Our adventure was off to a rocky start, but I know that as long as we are together, everything will be fine.