To be fair, I should point out that I got off easy with the helping of the moving yesterday. My good friend Christa, who is in all ways a bad mammajamma, was there all day long. Oh, and I imagine Fraser and Jen also continued to participate, what with it being their apartment after all. I was lucky enough to have somewhere else I had to be.
Moving blows. I’ve done it a few times since I came to Chicago, and I always approach it with dread. However, there is an undeniable sense of accomplishment when the last box or piece of furniture comes out of the truck, gets humped up the stairs, and is deposited safe and sound inside the movers’ new home.
Plus, Jen and Fraser are awesome people with a fantastic relationship. Their moving in together can do nothing but good for the future of humanity. So, it’s all worth it in the end.