This is Fruitycake The Raccoon. Just a reminder that’s I’m not a real raccoon. I just play one on the blog. I should get the best supporting raccoon award.
We’ve all been working really hard this last week. The persons have a lot to do.
I can’t tell you what the news is yet. But on Friday, just wait. We have to wait until after our vet appointments on Thursday. Both me and Brickle have to be seen and get medicines. And we have to get checked out. Brickle says he is used to this. But me? I still don’t like it. Everyone wants a piece of this Fruitycake action cause I’m so sweet. And I hate to tell them, but there is no cure for that.
Girl Person has to run some errands in Slow Ride the car yesterday.
And she said that all of a sudden, she started crying. A lot. She said that she had what she called a meltdown. The only thing I like melting is ice cream.
She said everything was getting to her. Everything. All the things. And she feels like she isn’t strong enough to get done what she needs to. And so. She just let it all out. She didn’t care who saw her crying. Slow Ride certainly didn’t care. And so she put in directions to get back to us at the barn and the bus. And the phone said, “Directions to home.”
I was confused when she said that. Home? Where is our home? I’ve been told we have a house in that Italy place. But we aren’t there yet.
I’ve been told the RV was home. But we don’t have that anymore.
So home? Girl Person said they’ve spent more time here at our friends’ house the last few years than anywhere else.
And so the phone said it was home.
And well. That’s what it said. Made me wonder if home is always the place where you physically spend the most time. Or if home is everywhere. And that’s what I think.
I was a stray dog. And I didn’t have a home. So I thought of everywhere as a home. I loved and appreciated anywhere I could eat and relax. Or sleep in peace. Appreciation for where you are. That’s home to me. That’s home.
Phones may know a lot. But it doesn’t know our hearts. Home can change meaning for us. And that’s ok. Because what is truly important to you will make you know that is where you should be.
–Fruitycake The Raccoon
What a wonderful post!!! And I totally get the meltdown episode. I went through a really intense phase of my life from 2008-2012 when every area of my life (personal, marriage, career, everything) blew up and disappeared due to bad decisions by the men in my life. I rebuilt as best I could, but in the process ended up with PTSD due to the chronic trauma. I’m all healed up now and have been for many years. But I’m still susceptible to “overwhelm” when too much comes at me at once. So I can totally relate to meltdowns. lol!!! As for home, you are absolutely right. It’s wherever you are at the moment. My parents moved constantly. By the time I was 17, I had lived in 14 houses and apartments. As soon as we would unpack the boxes we had to repack them. lol!!! The good thing is it made me a minimalist. Owning too much stuff makes me nervous. I like to keep it simple. And I LOVE your blogs!!! 🩷