Last week was a whirlwind, or almost felt surreal because my obligation to house sit and doggy care came to an end, with me tearing up over having to leave  the wonderful pup (I consider him at the age of 5) I bonded with and the house. Which near the end, I felt too scared to leave, because it had become the perfect refuge for me to cope with the changes in my personal life, than the undesired chore it started out to be six weeks before. I left the house and the dogs and took a flight to the south, Alabama to be exact,  to attend a military graduation for a dear person in my life who, at a crossroad in her life, decided joining the military was the best solution for her new start.  The evening before the graduation, she asked me to pin her rank on her uniform during the ceremony, and while walking up to the stage the day of, I suddenly felt overly humbled by the honor she had bestowed …