Yesterday I wrote about change.
Today, the change keeps rolling.
I helped my friend move from a tiny little place to something that suits her far more. I helped her move before. It was a sad day back then. It was moving from something that wasn’t working, and admitting as much to yourself.
Today was one of a lot more happiness. It was moving to a much better place. Moving from a basement (or was it ground floor? It’s hilly, so it kind of is both) sublet to her own place. The intermediate place was something that had a lot going for it, but the room mates left a bit to be desired. (Understatement)
Now: no roomies.
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Much of the same gang showed up today to re-do the move. We learned a few things last time so it was a bit easier taking out all the stuff we brought in last time. You know, the tricks… like how to take out the recliner that was tough to get in.
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As things change, some things seem a lot more constant. Like the friends and family you build up around you.