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We’re “here”…but where is home?

Wow.  This has been a very long week.  But we have arrived in Pasadena.  We have arrived at our little apartment on Los Robles Ave. 

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We got up early on Monday morning and started driving.  We drove for 18 or so hours until we got to Krissy’s uncle in Northern Colorado.  We spent an amazing day there.  We hiked to Mt. Margaret, napped in a hammock, and were treated to an antelope steak dinner.  We went to bed, and when we woke up early the next morning we drove on.

We stopped to switch drivers in Wamsutter, Wyoming.  A man in a white mini-van pulled up behind us at the gas station and said that he had been following us for several miles.  One of the tires on our trailer was wobbling around and he thought it appeared that it would fall off if we continued.  Great.  Excellent.  Yay.  Despite my initial reaction to the news (which did not use any of those three words, and was a tad more negative), this situation turned out not to be a problem.  Well, there was a problem…we blew a belt on our tire which was causing all the rubber tread to fall off.  I didn’t really even know that tires wore belts.  But thanks to Gregg the mechanic, we got the tire fixed and an hour and a half later, we drove on. 

The plan was to drive until we got tired.  The drive from Park City, Utah to Salt Lake City was terrible.  Picture 3 or 4 lanes of curving downward spirals, with all the little cars driving really fast.  Then picture a 15 foot moving truck towing a car going downhill, with inertia pushing us faster and faster, and me sitting on the brakes to slow us down so our truck didn’t shake, rattle, or feel like it was going to fall apart or blow up.  But we made it through the winding mountain pass, and we made it through rush hour Salt Lake City traffic and drove on.

We finally stopped in southern Utah in St. George at a little local motel.  We got about 7 hours of sleep, woke up early, and began driving.  We only had about 400 miles to go.  Seven hours later, we got off the 210 on Lake Avenue and drove in circles around our apartment until we figured out where to park the moving truck. 

With godsent help, we were able to unload our truck fairly quickly.  We returned the truck, and drove around until we found Target so we could get some of the necessities that our apartment lacked.  Then we drove home, and parked our car.

We woke up this morning with a strange feeling.  We don’t have anywhere to go anymore.  We don’t have anymore driving to do. 

This is a new feeling for us.  For the last month and change since we got married, we’ve been anticipating and preparing for this move.  Our waking thoughts, as well as our dreams were all kind of centered around this single event that is now wrapping up. 

So..we’re “home” now.  But it doesn’t necessarily feel like home.  Home to me seems more like an old house on Kendall Avenue in Madison.  Home feels like watching episodes of the Wonder Years on the green couch with Mike and Adam.  Home feels like eating dinner at Krissy’s parents and just hanging out there.  Home seems very far away for both of us, I think. 

I have faith that together, Krissy and I will figure out what we need to do to make this place home. 

But, for now, we continue to organize.  I think we’re both organizing our stuff with the hope that once it is all together we will feel like we belong here.  Sometimes as I’m putting stuff away I pretend that I’m cleaning up because all of our friends are coming over tonight to hang out.  Maybe we’ll make pizza or something.  The little voice inside my head continues to tell me that we don’t know anyone here, and none of our friends will drive the 2000 miles just for some homeade pizza.  And I know the voice is telling me the truth.  But I still pretend sometimes. 

That last paragraph may have sounded a little sad and depressing.  I think Krissy and I are both scared and worried and sad about all the unknowns.  But we both also have hope that this will be a time of connecting to each other and to a new community and group of friends.  This will be an exciting time for us…and I can’t wait to see what the next days, weeks, and months hold for us here.  In Pasadena.  In our new home?

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6 thoughts on “We’re “here”…but where is home?

  1. “You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. And you can never get it back. It’s like you get homesick for a place that doesn’t exist… I miss the idea of it. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.”

    Zack Braff as Andrew Largeman, Garden State

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  2. I don’t know much about the pig, but a wise friend once told me that the first thing she does in a new place is to set up the pictures and mementos she brought along. I can tell you from experience that these personalizations go a long way myself as does getting involved in a local community of faith quickly (even if they’re not perfect.)

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  3. Bret says:

    Homemade pizza… I could drive 400 miles for that. Of course, if you guys unpack as slowly as I have been (not really done yet) it might be a long time before your place is cleaned up.

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  4. Hey, Dave, thanks for stopping by 🙂 I removed some comments because it got rather thrown off track by that first poster who made some erroneous assumptions. I’m athiest, by the way, not Christian, and never had any desire to see “Passion of Christ”. Anyway, nice to meet you.

    Now I’m craving pizza.. 😛

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  5. Melinda says:

    hey, dave, this is melinda from mad-town. sorry to…i don’t even know what it’s called…blog-stalk or whatever. i was just happy to see you had updated your facebook, therefore you were still alive :). try not to worry too much about it not feeling like home…once you make a few good memories the place will start feeling a lot friendlier. best of luck–
    -melinda

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