Moving Day

Yeah, I know, I've had more moving days in my lifetime than a lot of people can even imagine. The particular day I'm remembering today was July 30, 1999. I was sharing a one bedroom apartment with my sister, Celeste, at Oak Park in Turlock, CA, and we had decided to upgrade to a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom place. We were so excited! But then, I am ALWAYS excited when I move--another subject for another day. We had spent the evening at a party, and when we got home we decided we were too excited to wait until morning when our friends were coming to help. So we stayed up the entire night going back and forth from apartment to apartment, and were just about done by daybreak. I remember this because it was a great time with my little sister. Ya know, the later you stay up with people, the more you "bond," because you just get so crazy tired. (I have lots of those kinds of stories, too.) We just had a really good time doing something so insane, and we were SO happy to be in a bigger place. Later, my sister said that she liked the song "I love coming home to you" (country song, don't remember who sang it or if that's even the official title) because she liked knowing that at the end of the day, she was coming home to our place where we got to share a great time together. I really appreciated that, becuase that's how I felt too.