In case you were wondering, my birthday was over the weekend. No big deal really, I’m not into a whole lot of “me” attention. That’s not supposed to sound overly modest, it’s just the truth.
However, it’s always nice to know that someone is thinking of you. In my case, this usually means thinking of my dog AND me instantaneously. You know, because we’re basically attached at the hip.
Imagine my surprise and delight when I walked out to the mailbox yesterday morning and found this package from one of my favorite people/co-workers ever:
Even though it was my birthday, Rufus cannot go ignored…not even for a day. No one knows this better than Jackie.
Not pictured: a very heartwarming card signed by all of my previous co-workers.
Even though I’m not homesick (yet), I do think about the people I miss often. It can be very jarring to move across the country, but I’ve found it even harder to realize my daily schedule is just….gone. Almost every single weekend, I could count on trips to the park and forest preserves with my friend and her dogs. I worked almost full-time, and I saw the same people daily. It was a cozy existence. Of course, the scenery is breathtaking out here, so I’m not complaining – hikes are more fun and the air is not so humid. But I can’t deny that I miss the companionship.
I even received some pictures of two of my favorite ladies back in the Chicago ‘burbs via text:
It may sound totally bizarre, but I miss the chaos of working with dogs on a daily basis. The bickering, the wrestling, the hyperactivity, and even one basset hound’s incessant barking….ok, I’m totally lying about that last one. I don’t miss that lowrider’s vocal abilities at all.