On this final Gratitude Monday of 2015, I’m spending the
day watching as everything I own (except a couple of bin bags’ worth of
clothes) is loaded onto a moving truck for storage. It’ll be there for the next
two months as I explore the Metro DC area and figure out where I want to live
this time around.
This has been a great and terrible year, one that’s worn
me out. The best part of it has been my friends, who believed in me, encouraged
me, made me laugh, listened to me rant. They sent cards, they took me to
performance art, they made introductions, they offered their homes and their
cars.
Basically, they got me through it.
So, as I run the mop over the plastic fake hardwood floor
one last time before I turn the keys over to the property management company,
let me say again: I’m deeply grateful for my friends.
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