Get By With A Little Help...
I’ve never had the discipline to move from one home to another in one fell swoop. I guess I did it once, when I was moving from Dublin, California to Portland, but all of my possessions merely filled the smallest U-Haul truck and my car (lenser
flew down and drove my car up while I piloted the truck). Since then, I’ve always allowed a week or two overlap between Points A and B. And I’ve had a lot more stuff.
The good side to this is that it allows more flexibility. The down side is that more flexibility can mean more wobbliness, stretching out the transition and having the olive oil and mustard still back at the old house when the foods that they go on aren’t. It does give one a chance to improvise. I might never had cashews with my waffles.
But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. While I did most of this move on my own, I did put out the call to my friends for aid. And they showed up! This really shouldn’t surprise me; I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve assisted my friends with relocations. That’s just what we do. I guess I’m very grateful that I know people who are still willing to spend a couple hours doing the ol’ Lift and Carry. I don’t go on about this often in my Journal, but I’m very, very grateful for this (and for many other things, too). Current Mood: grateful