Is it strange to be missing a home you haven’t even left yet? That’s the question I thought to myself at 2 am this morning as I packed for my trip back to Virginia. I’ve only lived in my new apartment in Tucson for four months, but I already consider it home. Why would I believe such a thing? Because of all the great times I have had there so far and because of the people that made it home. Like my roommate and friend, River Ludington. Strange guy, pretty groovy, lover of hiking and biking and all that jazz. He also has a knack for building random contraptions and brewing beer. We’re basically complete opposites in personality and activity wise, but we fit together well. The icing on the cake is that we work together at the Raging Sage Cafe and it’s tons of fun.
The Sage is also part of why I consider not just that apartment, but Tucson, home. My place is only a 15 minute walk from work, which is fantastic because I can just cruise down the street on my electric skateboard, Genie, and be enjoying some coffee and delightful conversation with my work friends. I’d love to say more about them, however, I don’t have the time. The North Carolina airport WiFi is about to run out and then it’s back to playing Pokemon for me.
Anyway, I know my visit to see my family in Virginia will only be for a month, but during that time, I won’t be working or napping in the back of cafe or watching Community with River and another friend of mine, Talya. I won’t be riding my skateboard or be sleeping in my own, comfy bed. And I won’t be able to hang out at my favorite place with the eccentric characters that have brought me joy these past 8 months while sipping a hazelnut cubano. It’s a little sad to think about, however, I am also pretty excited to enjoy a White Christmas in good old and crappy Winchester.