Changes in Life

“What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna to try with a little help from my friends”

~”With a Little Help from my Friends” – The Beatles

For the 6^th time in 7 years, I’m moving. I think that at this point I qualify for gypsy status. This is what is supposed to happen in your late teens/twenties, right?! I’m packing up and moving out of my little apartment in Greensboro that I share with my dear friend Courtney. I’m heading out to the country and moving in with my other dear friend, Courtney. Change, change, it’s an inevitable cycle.

The ONLY thing I like about the process of moving is that it gives me the opportunity to go through things that I thought I had misplaced somewhere in that last move. It also reminds me of my hoarder like status on keeping some things. Every time I move I go through a ‘cleansing’ process and try to get rid of things I don’t need. Upon going through things, I found a stash of cards and memories that brought tears to my already emotional eyes.

I found cards from different people, at different times, for different occasions, all different, all special. It reminded me of all the people that are constant in my life. It reminded me that when I get in the boxing ring of life and the obstacle is thrown in there with me, I always have someone in my corner backing me up, cheering me on, and telling me that they’re with me.

When I was dealing with leaving for college, there were cards saying that I could make it. When I was reeling from the death of a close family member, there were cards with encouraging and sympathetic words. There were cards with birthday wishes, graduation wishes, and just all around well wishes! If someone were to see the stash, they would surely think that I might be crazy for keeping so many cards, but they represent devoted friendships that have lasted for years.

Change is something that I don’t deal well with. Though I’m excited for the move and what it brings, there is a little bit of sadness with leaving Greensboro. With any change, it’s always bittersweet. I know though that there are people there with supportive love…and that’s what makes all the difference.