Friends help friends- it’s the right thing to do. Paying it forward is something I strongly believe in. I’ve had friends there to help me when I’ve needed it. Today was my turn to help out.
It was moving day for a couple of friends of ours. Moving sucks. No matter how prepared, or how packed up your stuff is; no matter how many friends are there, moving takes forever. Some of us showed up to help out because it’s the right thing to do. Others made excuses.
Getting help is hard. No one wants to lift the hide-a-bed. No one wants to load an appliance into a truck, knowing it has to come off at the next spot. After moving, you are often lucky to still have friends. Sure beer, pizza and BBQ are a payment of thanks. But if you are the kind of person who moves every six months? Good luck keeping friends.
After a long day of moving boxes and furniture, everyone needs a break. The remnants of your life are scattered throughout your soon-to-be-vacated house. The next step is unpacking and starting your life in a new location. Unpacking takes time. (I swear that we still have boxes from when we moved over nine years ago.)
Marriage, divorce, death, pregnancy and moving are the top five stresses in life. None of those five stresses may are the most pleasant situations to be in. Having friends who will help you through any of these situations is wonderful. Finding humor in moving is a great way to make it through the day. That, plus the promise of ice cold beers goes a long way.
I’m just glad I don’t own a truck. I’m sure I’d have a ton more friends… Who would need help moving… I’m content to lend what little muscles I have to help out. Plus feed me beer. Did I mention that already? Yeah. Beers are good.