friends
I think this will likely be one of my shorter posts… the full moon ritual went well, I’m still burning the candles from it as they seem to be taking a while, plus I’ve been rather busy the last day or two. A friend of mine I used to work with got a job in Atlanta, so she was back this weekend to get her stuff from storage and take it to her new place.
She called me Thursday morning and asked if I could help her load up her stuff on Saturday. She also said she was picking up her bed from a friend’s that she had loaned it too while she was staying with her parents upstate, but that would need to be done Friday night, and she was picking the truck up Friday night too.
Long story short, I went with her Friday to pick up the truck and drove it around town for her. I let her crash at my place Friday, and Saturday we went to her storage space and loaded her stuff. I told her before she came up, if she could get me back home I’d drive the truck to Atlanta for her. Well, I did that Saturday, and unloaded the stuff with her too.
There’s something to be said for having friends… I don’t know if it’s where I come from or the way I was raised, but the word friend still means something to me. I know who my friends are and I don’t forget them. She kept asking me what I wanted for all my help, but I already got it. I just wanted to spend some time with a friend I haven’t seen in a while. Truthfully, that’s really all I want from any of my friends: just some of their time once in a while.
The drive to Atlanta was pretty, but I don’t really see myself ever living there. It’s just too big, and too much traffic. I’ll just stay where I am for a bit. I happen to like it.