The problem with transience is it requires moving, and by moving I don't mean simple kinesics, I mean the act of packing up bins and boxes of belongings and carting them elsewhere. Friday I moved my initial wave into my new residence in East Asheville (“We're not as cool as West Asheville but neither is West Asheville”) with my friends Jane and Camden. The one minor glitch is all my furniture is still in storage in VA so the first night I spent on my therma-rest padded with some blankets for extra comfort and my summer-weight sleeping bag. Looks like a few more weeks of living out of bags but I'm just happy to begin to feel settled again. I feel the need to give a serious shout-out to Caroline and Chris, who took me in on very, very short notice and let me stay for the same amount of time some people are in rehab. They let me drink the last of the coffee, win at yatzee, spoil Homer and just gain some footing, even if they were appalled at my lack of a diet. I can't imagine where I'd be in all of this if I hadn't had them to turn to; I honestly don't think I'd have stuck around so to them and for them I am eternally grateful. And it helped that they are simply wonderful people who are just slightly crazy; a trait I delightfully shared. Thank you, friends. I miss you already.
Saturday was spent moving Katherine and Andy a whopping 2 miles from their rental into their new house in West Asheville (“Deodorant is for the yuppie scum in East Asheville”), the place we've been painting for the better part of two weeks. We got them mostly out of their old house with two truck-loads and I am now very tired. Afterward we rested for a bit before heading to our friend Nate's house for some of his homebrewed beer and some good ol' fashioned vegging.
The act of moving them struck me as such a community event. There were 7 friends that showed up throughout the day to help with the move, from all sorts of histories and relationships. We all came because that is what friends do; that is loving someone well.
Yesterday my friend asked me how I see people loving well, and challenged me to look in places where it may lie sublimely. She said that there are thousands of ways to love someone well but we tend to only see a few dozen. There is truth in that.
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Oh Man, moving sucks!! When we packed up and moved from the condo to our house Matt was all "we're never moving again". His brother Seth, Greg Lessard, and Greg's fiance Melissa helped us move. Holy crap - if they weren't there it would have sucked so much more.
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