I have unreasonable amounts of gratitude for the good people we know here.
We moved most of our stuff into storage today with the help of eight gracious friends. These are not all bosom buddy friends — some of them are people we don’t even know all that well — but when we asked for help, they offered, and I am extremely thankful for it. And the thing is, there were more people who would have helped if we’d needed more for some reason. These are good people.
The apartment is almost empty of furniture now, although there’s still a considerable amount of stuff left. We’ll be living here for another few days, so the kitchen is still ready for anything, and there’s a desk for me to work at, and drums of course. But one room is entirely empty, and started the day entirely full of boxes and furniture, and the rest of the rooms don’t contain much. It’s really boomy and ringy in this place now.
We’ll be in flux for a while, but it makes me feel very, very good to know that there’s help when we need it.
And, of course, should anyone we know move themselves and ask for help, we’ll be there to sweat and carry.