ML's move
Last night after work, I ventured over to my friend, ML's apartment, to help her load up her cube. She is leaving the city of St. Louis for El Salvador to minister to a community down there for the next six months and though I couldn't be more excited for her new adventure, my life here is just a little bit dimmer than it was with her present. Though we didn't work in the same department, she was the only other adult who worked in my building. While I had hoped in the beginning we would be cordial and somewhat enjoy each other, I never expected us to bond so instantly that it was like we were long lost friends. Every interaction was met with HUGE smiles and hugs over our excitement to cherish one another's company and she taught me so much in the last six months about faith and spirituality, patience and resilience, hope and fortitude. Hard to believe I've only known her for such a short time. She will definitely be a keeper in my life no matter where the roads take us. But I digress...
In any event, in going over last night to help her, I was struck by three things:
1. I'm amazing at Tetris. Like no lie. I happily volunteered to oversee the loading of the cube (a. I am extremely organized and b. I had practice loading my own and helping LB with her a few years ago). ML had doubts everything would fit but I said, NO PROBLEMO. I fit everything with plenty of room to spare!
2. My love-hate relationship for moving is very solidly on HATE right now. Moving BLOWS. I know that's not very articulate but it's true. I despise it. ML lived on the third floor of an apartment with very narrow stairways. Trying to maneuver not only her furniture, but also our own bodies up and down and up and down wore me out! I hate packing. I hate loading. I hate unloading. It's miserable. Helping her last night definitely reaffirmed my desire to NOT move for at least another year or two.
3. 'Thank You for Being a Friend." To my knowledge, no one and I mean NO ONE enjoys moving. Yet we all roll up or sleeves and pitch in to help a friend in need because no one and I mean NO ONE can move on their own-unless you can fit everything in your car and own next to nothing. I was so impressed at the number of folks who came out last night to help ML move. I was there from 5pm-8pm and in that time, there was always a steady stream of 7-9 people who came by to pack a few boxes, bring down some furniture, or take things to good will. I recognized not only how loved ML is but also what a difference others can make during such a difficult time.
We capped off the evening with beer and pizza at Pi. It was a great way to celebrate each other and enjoy 2 last hours together before ML sets off on her journey. Godspeed my friend!
Cheers.
In any event, in going over last night to help her, I was struck by three things:
1. I'm amazing at Tetris. Like no lie. I happily volunteered to oversee the loading of the cube (a. I am extremely organized and b. I had practice loading my own and helping LB with her a few years ago). ML had doubts everything would fit but I said, NO PROBLEMO. I fit everything with plenty of room to spare!
2. My love-hate relationship for moving is very solidly on HATE right now. Moving BLOWS. I know that's not very articulate but it's true. I despise it. ML lived on the third floor of an apartment with very narrow stairways. Trying to maneuver not only her furniture, but also our own bodies up and down and up and down wore me out! I hate packing. I hate loading. I hate unloading. It's miserable. Helping her last night definitely reaffirmed my desire to NOT move for at least another year or two.
3. 'Thank You for Being a Friend." To my knowledge, no one and I mean NO ONE enjoys moving. Yet we all roll up or sleeves and pitch in to help a friend in need because no one and I mean NO ONE can move on their own-unless you can fit everything in your car and own next to nothing. I was so impressed at the number of folks who came out last night to help ML move. I was there from 5pm-8pm and in that time, there was always a steady stream of 7-9 people who came by to pack a few boxes, bring down some furniture, or take things to good will. I recognized not only how loved ML is but also what a difference others can make during such a difficult time.
We capped off the evening with beer and pizza at Pi. It was a great way to celebrate each other and enjoy 2 last hours together before ML sets off on her journey. Godspeed my friend!
Cheers.
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