My ‘June’ from a year ago is a world away from the June I had this year. Last year I was saying goodbye to friends and family for a couple weeks while I went to Belgium to do a dig looking for a WWII fallen airman. This year? I’ve moved from Washington State to Central Texas via a roadtrip in the midwest. There were riots and protests for the BLM movement and the pandemic still hadn’t changed… in fact, by the end of the month, the US had increased to its highest numbers of infected people yet.
For the first half of the month I spent loads of quality time with family. We went on hikes and made nice meals for each other. We all got closer and I felt lucky being able to spend that time with my family–something that probably won’t happen again for me. Ha, I’m truly not sure what my brother is doing now that he’s not spending the majority of his time bugging the heck out of me, but I bet he’s managing okay.
Then, after 3 months of home life I said goodbye to family and flew to Wisconsin to meet up with my boyfriend, who I hadn’t seen for about 4 months. We spent time with his family in Northern Wisconsin before Tristan and I roadtripped to our new homebase in Texas.
The last week of June was the moving-in week. We had no friends (except each other!), very few businesses to visit (thanks to Covid), and no furniture! Our first few nights were spent sleeping on camping sleeping pads – we were like kids at Christmas when our mattress arrived! Then a lucky trip to the nearby resale store got us a couch and coffee table (which we violently cleaned before using).
We went on a few adventures too to give us a break from moving and by June 30th we had a dining table to eat from! It’s starting to look like an apartment now!
Here’s to hoping July goes down in Covid cases and I can fly to the UK to do some archaeology work… WEAR MASKS!