when you are just as hungry as the dog.”
― Jack London
Lynn was a familiar town to me because my grandmother had grown up in it. Filled with beautiful homes and grand buildings it had fallen into disrepair after route 95 was built away from the town and the mill industry had moved south. If you look past the rust, tree stumps, and the peeling paint you can see what was once a grand town that any would have loved to spend time in.
Walking down the alley to the apartment I saw a truck packed to the brim with furniture, furniture, and some more furniture to compliment the furniture. I was handed an extremely heavy box packed with books. I went into the house and inwardly cursed wrestling on Friday for making me sore as I headed up the stairs to the apartment on the second floor. The next hour was a blur of walking to the truck, picking up an object either by myself or sometimes pairing with someone else for the heavier items, heading up the stairs and dropping off the object in its own spot and then heading back down the stairs to repeat the process. Assembling the crib was another memorable process. It started out as about 15 bolts, four panels of wood, two sets of wooden bars, and a base. These abstract parts would soon be screwed, bolted and nailed into a structure that anyone would be proud to say they made. Over the course of the morning the dirty, empty apartment had been transformed into a clean, decorated, and festive home. I couldn't believe how fantastic the apartment looked and I wonder how the family will feel as they go to sleep in their new home for the first time ever. I loved helping with the move and would love to work with Heading Home in the future.