At last, I officially moved apartments. I abhor moving. Why does it take so long, and why do I even own so many things? Moving places is already tricky, but for someone who drew the short stick in health and could hardly walk — let alone lift something heavier than a toaster — moving turned into a boss fight.
It was ultimately necessary. I lived three hours away from UFV and knew my mental health was slowly diminishing because of it. It took almost three days to move out and clean everything, and the only reason this was possible was thanks to my friends. With endless smiles, they braced through the rain and snow and lifted all I couldn’t — literally everything. They slept over and helped clean from dawn until dusk.
Once finished, they even said they had fun and would do it again in a heartbeat. True or not, I appreciated them saying it. There’s no way I could ever thank them enough.
This is for them.
Moving was a temporary pain, but the friendships strengthened are forever.
