I’m a dog person. I don’t know if there’s another name for someone who is absolutely obsessed with dogs, but I’m that. I can spot a dog from blocks away, and I will change my route just to get a chance to pet them. My boyfriend is the same way. It’s become a running joke between Jeremy and I that we greet all the dogs we pass on the street, and never say a word to their humans.

Six days ago, I loaded everything I own into a Penske truck and said goodbye to Chicago, my home for the past three years. That morning, I practically jumped out of bed singing, “It’s MOVING DAYYYY!” I had been counting down for weeks. My boyfriend and I started our four day long journey to our new home in Sacramento, California.