This is my 100th blog post. It seems fitting that it would be a landmark.
I just moved back home to Colorado Springs. Not just home, but REALLY home. Like my mom is my new roommate and we are actually sharing a room until my little brother graduates from high school, moves into a dorm, and I cannibalize his room kinda home. And you know what? It is really great.
My little sister is also home with my 2 year old nephew – they each have their own rooms, but they were here first and my little sister’s room is technically the laundry room, so sharing the master bedroom with Ma isn’t too shabby.
The house is full. No, scratch that, the house is over-flowing. There are people everywhere – all the time. We trip over each other. It sounds like we’re always yelling, but that’s because there are always at least three separate conversations going on at once and a beagle to talk over. We can eat a dozen eggs in a sitting and finding a clean towel is almost impossible. We go through more toilet paper in a week than I ever went through in a month living by myself. There is always dirty laundry in the hamper and dishes parading into the sink. We buy wine by the box for crying out loud!
Sibling rivalry is at an all time high – I taught my nephew to call me “Aunt Favorite” and my baby sister refuses to come home for her summer vacation – something about needing to study for the MCAT, so she’s staying in Spokane. Still, in spite of the pandemonium, I needed to move home.
My obvious reason for moving home is because I recently lost my job with the Coast Guard. You don’t hear many people talk about getting fired from the military – but it happens. Now, I left in good standing. My discharge is honorable and I have nothing derogatory in my record. I was simply not picked up for promotion – twice. I could (and will) write a book on this experience, but I’ll let it stand now with the lesson learned: Be careful who you piss off – especially if they write your evaluation reports.
But I have many other reasons for moving home.
1. I needed more noise.
I needed the chaos. It is good for my soul.
My life in Connecticut was neat – mostly under control – and never anything I couldn’t clean up myself. I had a place for everything in my home and could regain a sense of peace by putting everything away or re-organizing my linen closet. I had a close group of friends, lovely neighbors and a lover (or two). I wrote a dating column, saw my hair stylist on a semi-regular basis and took care of myself. Still, independence can be lonely and there were times when all the peace and quiet got me down.
2. I have some dreams.
And I’d like to chase them down. I want to be a veterinarian. Unfortunately, working 50+ hours a week and living alone wasn’t a lifestyle that exactly lent itself to all of the prep work I need to do to be a strong candidate for a DVM program. Moving back home is a huge privilege that provides me with the opportunity to work part time and spend time volunteering with the local animal shelter, spay/neuter clinic and interning with a veterinarian.
3. Home needs some help.
A few people warned me about moving back home. They told me to expect that everyone there stayed the same and that they would have a hard time accepting the fact that I’d drastically changed over the course of the past 10 years living away from home. Luckily (or unluckily) everyone back home changed too. Not just little changes like my parents renting out my bedroom after I left for college, but really big changes. Home was shattered into millions of little pieces with my parents’ divorce in 2007 and my father’s unexpected death in 2008. In the past 5 years, I’ve memorized 5 different addresses to be my “home address.” One sister left for college, one sister got married and divorced and the baby brother grew a beard for some unknown reason. It is actually a bigger adjustment for me to accept my new home in my new neighborhood than for home to accept the new me. But I’m here now, and doing my part to put all the pieces of the beautiful mosaic of our lives in the right places.
4. I have some soul-searching to do
Adapting to life outside the military isn’t much of an issue for me. I dyed my hair dark brown with neon pink highlights after my last day of work. My nails are painted bright blue and I am very seriously considering a nose ring. Still, coming to terms with this idea of “failing” the Coast Guard was tough for me. I need some time to really look into myself and ignite the embers glowing in my heart. I need to feel on fire for life again. I need to be in a safe place to nurture the part of me I was told didn’t fit the mold. That’s my favorite part.
5. Pet Care
I have a dog and a cat and a lot of adventures planned. Not worrying about finding quality pet care is a blessing!
So, I’m back home and back online.
And the blogging will continue.