Week 19: Moving My Bestie On Up

Moving is one of life's biggest stressors. I know this firsthand; I have personally moved 2.5 times in the past 4 years and I've moved my daughter into a dorm and my son in and out of a dorm and in and out of his first apartment in that same period of time. All with minimal assistance. 

Soooooo, when my best friend told me her move date, I adjusted my work schedule and some little things to make myself available to help. 

The move was a smooth one: she did such a great job getting everything clearly boxed up and her oldest daughter packed the truck with impressive strategic ability while her boyfriend and I did some heavy lifting. 

Then we drove, following each other's cars like ducks in a row, across three towns, to the new digs. 

After we finished getting the truck unloaded, my friend gave us a tour. Almost immediately we all vowed to make the most of the pool, hot tub, golf simulator, and more. And then we toasted with some whiskey before starting the unpacking and organizing. 

It was fun configuring her couch and living room layout with her daughter, making the most of the kitchen storage for her large collection of baking supplies, running to the store for new dog dishes while she returned the moving truck and picked up her boy to bring him home, and ending the night with pizza from a place in her new town. 

No one loves moving, but as with everything, doing it with friends makes it, dare I say, fun? 

Do you have someone in your life you could lend some time to? I'm sure they'd appreciate the help, and most definitely the company. 

Many hands make light work.