favourite memory
There was an evening when we first arrived in Echo, when we were first moving into the pack house. Everyone was together, before everyone got established and moved out on their own. There were boxes stacked everywhere, everyone’s collection of blankets piled on the floor to make beds in our living room. It was like a giant sleep over, but more uncomfortable.
We got pizza for dinner and brought it back to the house. We couldn’t find the box with our plates, but Ma had her fancy plates. So there we were, sitting on the floor, eating pizza off of Ma’s fancy china, using fancy wine glasses for soda, and using cardboard boxes as our tables. It was slightly ridiculous.
As we were eating and laughing, I looked around and realized that these people had followed me across the country. That these people were the people I could trust, because they trusted me. It was in that moment that I made a promise to myself to be the Alpha that these people deserved. They deserved it, and I realized that in that moment I was truly happy, something that hadn’t been true for a very long time before that.