Moving Days Again...

I came back to my hometown, after a month with my dad, to help a best friend with moving.  She was between a rock and hard space for sure.  She had been accepted to Vet Tech school up north, but the court ruled that she could not take her daughters with her.  Feeling that she could not continue to live in the area, she moved her girls in with her ex-husband, and packed herself up to move in with a friend for the next two years for school.

I wish I had taken some before pictures, because no one will ever believe how much stuff we moved and packed and hauled.  Not only this in the dumpster did we trash, but we had 2 truck loads and 3 car loads of donations, and then the items that went with her girls, the furniture and boxes that went into storage at her dad's, and the stuff she took with her.  She went through things and made decisions as to where it went, and I kept changing trash bags, and packing and stacking boxes.

Besides the house, which was filled, there was also a shop, and garden sheds.  We worked for 8 days and actually managed to get it all out of there, and she went on her way.  About Day 5, I went to sleep with that swollen feeling in my feet and hands and I thought, "Oh, I remember this!" (see my April blogs)

So on the day she had hoped to leave, we tied up some loose ends, but then she took her daughters out for a nice dinner, and decided to get a good night's sleep before her long drive the next day.

She made a choice I don't think I could ever make, but she is hoping things will change and be very different soon.  I wish her well in all she does, and she said I was welcome to park in her driveway, wherever she is, at any time!  lol

:)