12.11.10

Today I helped a couple of friends move out of their townhouse. I've learned, after several moves of my own, that moving is an exhausting process. Not only is it physically exhausting, it's also quite emotional seeing your life packed up into boxes and hauled away.

I wasn't sure what I would be helping with today, and it ended up that I spent most of my time packing things in the kitchen. The sheer enormity of the task almost made me turn back around and go home, but we took it drawer by drawer and cabinet by cabinet and got it done.

After helping with the move, I was inspired to go home and tidy up some of my own things. I can always tell when my life is in disarray by the amount of things that start accumulating in piles around my room. Though I'm not sure that cleanliness is next to godliness, it sure makes for greater sanity (that is, until things start unraveling again).