So my friend Emily was dog sitting for this family in the church. Emily was going to house/dog sit Friday night, Saturday day and night and Sunday morning. Since she didn’t want to stay home alone all weekend long she called few friends to stay over with her.
Now, I didn’t know that family she was dog sitting for, I had never met them or been to their house before. I was just sleeping over to keep her company. So on Friday night Emily, Sarafina (another friend) and I took a subway, a bus and an Uber to make it to The House.
We get to The House (as I will now call it) we sit in the kitchen and start doing homework. Then Emily tells me I am allowed to eat whatever I want. All the food is available for me to eat. I can use the stove & microwave to cook, even bake brownies from scratch if I feel like it. We could sleep in any room we wanted, use all the bathrooms and invite whomever we wanted.All the house is available to us with no restrictions.
Now, I don’t know about you but that sounds too good to be true to me! Who would just open their house to strangers to do whatever they wanted? What if we threw a party or took something or accidentally let their dogs on the loose and a car hit them? There are endless possibilities as to why that would be a bad idea. Obviously these people had never heard of anxiety, because even thinking of all the things that can go wrong gives me chills.
So anyway the girls and I have a fantastic night talking until 3 am and I go to sleep in the owner’s master bedroom on a extra-king-size bed. Emily woke me up at 11 am to tell me that she and Sarafina were leaving to go to work. So of course I didn’t have time to get ready and go with them. Emily gave me the keys of the house and I stayed there all day long.
Now the weird part is that I didn’t even feel weird in the house. Isn’t that ironic? Although I had never been there, I actually felt the “my house is your house” saying. Sometimes I go over friend’s house- know them for years and never feel comfortable enough to go into their parents room.The whole day I just chilled, listened to music, did my homework, cooked and I didn’t feel awkward at all.
Their dogs were absolutely lovely. I fell on love with Nikki, the poodle, and Bandit, the jack russell, as soon as I saw them. I actually slept with them both nights. And each night they would give me kisses and try to play with me. Of course I woke up with kisses and dog hair all over me. In some of the pictures the family had on the wall, I saw a girl that I knew from church that was close to them. This helped me feel more at home. Its like we were mutual friends on Facebook or something.
Saturday evening my friend Jerelyn came over and we had a Colombian dinner together. Then Emily, Sarafina came back from work, with another friend called Maya. The five of us had so much fun together. We stayed up all night, singing, attempting to dance, making fun of each other and talking. A weekend filled with wonderful memories.
Moral of the Story:
You can indirectly love someone you don’t know. And as a result spread love a round the world even a little bit more. So this family trusted me with their house, their dogs and all their property. They extended their love enough for me to eat all their food, use their washing machines and trusted me not to take anything that didn’t belong to me. They treated me like a daughter- even though we haven’t met. So as an act of gratitude, I walked their dogs every day, fed them, cleaned their kitchen, washed their dishes, cleaned their room, and took their garbage out. They will never know I was there (they probably think it was Emily) but I don’t care-an act of kindness goes a long way.