Moving sucks. It’s even harder to do with a little person in tow. There are boxes to unpack and curtains to hang, but never can I deviate from the all-important schedule—the Bean just won’t stand for it. With so much to do and only so many waking hours to do it in, the reality of it all got overwhelming, and quickly. Since I’m usually pretty good at keeping it all together, it takes a good friend and a skilled listener to tell when I’m close to the end of my rope.
[Enter best friend.]
I vented on Thursday. She was here on Friday; and in a matter of 24 hours she saved my sanity.
Bags were unloaded, the excess was purged, and clothes were folded retail style. What may seem like such a simple gesture literally changed my mind and gave my heart permission to heal and move forward. My Yanna (yes she’s mine) showed up and I wasn’t abandoned or defeated anymore.
Friendship is a powerful thing and the world is a better place because of it.
xo, august & pepper
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