Transplanting Humans

ch4 transplanting humansThe fourth chapter of Tunneling describes the Brandon’s move from Flagstaff, AZ to their new mysterious home, willed to them by their insane grandmother.  This excerpt in the chapter is from fifteen year old Hallie’s perspective.:

Chapter 4: “Transplanting Humans”

 The car headed down the long backcountry roads. The rain turned into a light mist, keeping the sky a forboding gray. Lush green walls of vines and trees hugged the sides of the road for miles. Lonely fields and farmlands stretched out without a person in sight, giving refuge to an occasional fruit stand. Hallie’s excitement began to dampen with the lack of houses and people.

As they drove deeper into the encroaching greenery, her breathing tightened. How on earth was she going to make friends in the middle of nowhere? Thoughts of her friends at home kept poking at her emotions until she was raw. They would go on and make new friends, have sleepovers, go on dates, all without her, and she would rot away in some scary old house.

She felt trapped in a prison cell, with her heart shaking on the bars. Can’t anyone hear me? Please let there be a light at the end of this tunnel. I’m sinking and I see no one standing around to help me out!

Right then she got a text from Brandy.

just went out with the grlz to that movie we wanted to see!!!!!…:) and ohhhhmmmgeee it was amazing!=D we Went out to eat after…..,(it was sooooo yummy!!) and guess who joined us and sat right by me?!?!?!?… Tyler Jacobs =0 🙂 !… I THINK WE ARE AN ITEM :P!AHH!!! g2g brandy

No Love you, I’m sorry, or I feel just awful that I’m having the life you can never have. Hallie just moaned into her pillow, soaking the center of it with her tears and wiping her nose against her shoulder. Hallie didn’t raise her face up for fear of being heard in the front of the car.

Then she heard Mom’s anxious voice crackle out the words, “We’re home.”

A long driveway lurched up a hill of grass and evergreen trees in the thick, overgrown woods, while a wide but dilapidated stone wall lined the path. The house appeared as suddenly as if it had jumped out from behind the tall bushes to welcome them . . . or scare them off.

The structure looked exactly like the picture but bigger than life!

Shivers, thrill, and apprehension danced up and down Hallie’s spine in unison. Part of her wanted to grab her mom and brother and yell, “We’re here! We made it! Show us everything, Mom, and let’s be one big, happy family that has arrived at the finish line.”

Instead, she just got out of the car, filed in behind her mom, and shook as the wind seemed to speak to her, This is in no way the finish line, it is only the beginning . . . and Welcome.



Have you ever been transplanted to another home, city, or maybe even country? Sometimes the decision is ours and we take all the uprooting with a sense of excitement, but then there are the moves like in Hallie’s case where the choice is out of your control. Everything is different and just like transplanting a tree or flowers there is an adjustment period. Give your self time to adjust. Set up the things you love that are familiar to you and create your own sanctuary in the midst of chaos. Give yourself time to mourn and say goodbye, but then make a check list of new adventures you want to embark on.  What are some things you can discover where you are now that you didn’t have where you came from. Think about your new challenges. Are they making friends? What are some groups you could join with similar likes you have? Start finding your new favorite stores, parks, coffee shops, and get routines going as soon as you can to get a sense of normality.

I have moved about fourteen times in my life, and more than half of those times were during my teenage years. I, unfortunately spent most of every new move wishing I was back where I had just come from. Moving so much did teach me how to be more outgoing, and enjoy meeting new people and learning new cultures. Moving is like transplanting, because your a not rooted yet. You feel vulnerable and week, and need extra rest, patience, and someone or something stable to count on. In the midst of my moves I found my constant strength in an unmovable God that went with me wherever I went. He became my safe place.

Love to hear from you and your moving experiences!



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