Isn’t packing fun! NOT! Omg, how can it be so emotionally draining going through my own stuff. Some of it is a huge relief. Losing baggage that has been hanging there, weighing me down. But then what do you do with it all? Thank goodness for friends. Angela is an angel. I’m convinced of it. First she offers to help me sort through my storage unit. Do you know what a nasty job that is? Horrid, gross, dirty, hard work. But, she didn’t complain, she didn’t have to offer but she did. Then after I get it all sorted, what does this angel offer? To sell it all for me. That’s what I’d planned on doing, but then I realized I didn’t have a lot of time to do it and started stressing about. Angela, in all her heavenly glory, offered to sell it for me.

So, then I needed to go through the rest of my stuff, and who offers to help me? Rosa. Another angel, I’m convinced. She spent her lunch hour helping me list out the rest of my stuff to be able to put it up for sale.

You know what’s the really amazing thing? Angela and Rosa are NEW friends. Neither of them are someone that I would have considered a close friend before this move. But, now I consider them GREAT friends. But, you know what’s sad, some of my GREAT friends, or at least friends that I used to think were great friends…well, now I’m not so sure. Would great friends bring you down when you’re happy? Would great friends be completely unsupportive when you have a huge change going on in your life that doesn’t “suit them”?

Then there’s the other people. People that have been there for me. People that have supportive me. People that will miss me, that I’ll miss that let me know they are glad I’m doing this for me. Because this is good, this is right, this is going to be great. I just know it will.

Till later…