We lived in our cute little home on 5th Avenue for the first 5 years of Oscar’s life. We had a fenced in backyard that was Oscar’s domain. When we sold that house, as part of our downsizing efforts to move abroad, I was worried about what Oscar would think and how he’d adjust.
On that move, everything was packed in boxes. Oscar stopped eating for a day, and then started pooping all over the house. Although he had never experienced a move before, he could clearly pick up on the energy and was nervous and unsettled.
We moved into the top part of a duplex not far from our old house. I hated that place, but I knew it was temporary. There were two good things about that place: the doors were old and the latches worn. Oscar figured out by day 2 that if he pushed hard enough on the door or ran into it, it would open. After enough successful attempts, Robinson gave up on keeping the bedroom door closed at night at Oscar finally started sleeping with us. The other good thing about that place is that it had a wraparound porch and when the weather was nice, Oscar would go out there during the day and sit and wait for me to come home from work. I could see him up there as I neared the duplex and he’d get excited and run to the door.
After 2 years at that stupid duplex, Robinson went to Bogota and Oscar and I moved into Bob’s basement for three months. Oscar was nervous again as we sold furniture, boxed up our reduced belonging and moved to Bob’s. I always wondered if he understood he’d see Robinson again soon, if he was confused why he wasn’t there or how much he missed him.
When I got ready to move from Bob’s to Bogota, Oscar seemed to pick up on a different type of energy. The day my parents came to get me, I started moving my few remaining suitcases and boxes outside. Oscar followed me and wouldn’t come back into Bob’s house. It was as if he thought if he did go back inside, he’d be left behind.
He had to go into his little travel bag on the plane. The first flight was rough. Then he seemed to accept it and understand. He adjusted to our new little apartment in Bogota. This apartment had interior facing windows and he’d watch out the window as people came up the steps. He seemed to know when it was Robinson or me coming up and I could watch him get excited to see us.
We moved to a second apartment in Bogota. He was less nervous this time around, only getting really clingy when the movers came. We rode in the cab of the moving truck and when he pulled up in front of the new apartment, I got out first while Robinson held on to Oscar. Oscar wasn’t having it and jumped out of his arms to get to me.