If we think our lives have been topsy-turvy and discombobulated after returning to the United States from our trip to the world, imagine how Suusaa feels.
Suusaa is a native Baltimorean who spent a year-and-a-half with my mother-in-law in Colorado after a visit to New York. As you can see in the above shot, he thinks he’s bad-ass just because he’s been on an airplane. In reality, Suusaa is no match for Ramblin’ Cat, a 12-year-old tabby, a.k.a. “RC,” who has visited 29 countries on 4 continents in the last 9 years. Wow.
Still, Suusaa’s learning to get down in Boulder Town, back with his Mama in the midst of our mile-high move. It’s gotta be rough for a creature of routine to adjust to piles of boxes, shifting furniture, the smell of paint, and so many new things to climb and hide behind. It ain’t easy, I tell ya, but our new apartment faces south, down the range of foothills and flatirons, and the sun shines in all day, making those new windowsills warm and cozy, even when the temp dips below zero outside.
Suusaa played his first game of fetch yesterday, which means he’s happy. Or gettin’ there, anyway. So are Tay and I after three months of couch-surfing America and recreating our lives. Today is Tay’s first day of work in her new hospital. Meanwhile, Suusaa and I sniff around the edges of this place called “home,” grappling with the very concept of it after so much impermanence and change. Which is nice.
But alas â€” before I’ve even had a chance to set up my new office, I leave Tuesday morning . . . for Belize. Research calls.