On the third of July, Izzy reluctantly climbed into the car with me, and we waved goodbye to Roxboro and to our friends, to the streets we walked in the early hours of the morning, to the job I had for eight and a half years, to my little bungalow and the gardens that bloomed better last week than they have all summer long. Goodbye for now to Deb and Danny (though I expect them down for dinner soon!) and to Mr. Mendoza across the street (I couldn’t even say goodbye to him before he left for his annual trip to Mexico) and to Ellie and Peggy around the corner. Izzy will particularly miss Ellie, his best dog friend.
It was a day of mixed emotions for both of us. Izzy spent most of the day in the backyard as the guys moved the furniture out of the house. He barked and ran from one side of the house to the other, straining to see what those strange men were doing in his house, very worried that I was in that house with those strange men without his stalwart protection.
The first night at the new place, Izzy jumped at every noise and when we did our evening walk, he couldn’t figure out which blade of grass to pee on first. He bristled with senses so heightened that they were almost too much for his brain to handle. I have to admit my own senses were on tilt, too, and when we crawled into the bed in the new bedroom that night, we both sank into a sleep both deep and confused.
We rose at 5:30 for our longest walk of the day to explore the neighborhood. New bushes. The smell of other dogs. Streets we hadn’t walked before.
Though I had driven the neighborhood many times before moving in, we hadn’t walked the streets, so it was time to learn the neighborhood. This new place is nice, well-kept, and the neighbors seem to watch out for each other, but I’m amazed that I’ve moved to a place where each house resembles the one next door. I’ve always said that I want a house with character. Well, this one only has character because of the “things” I brought with me. Without the “things,” this townhome would look the same as everyone else’s. Unless you look closely, this neighborhood is fairly bland.
As we did in Roxboro, we sniff out the possibilities and explore the hidden corners, and on that first walk, we found a little gift: a walking trail in a cool copse of trees.
There are dogs to meet here, and people, too, and roads to discover, trees to sniff, and adventures to enjoy. But, for now, we’re tired from unpacking and would love some serious downtime before getting back into the work of being our own boss!
For now, Izzy says he’ll hold the bed down 🙂