Moving is often a task I avoid at all costs. The mess of packing, booking elevators, organizing rides, and physically shifting dirty boxes around becomes a lot more complicated than I care for. Being approached to help move by a close friend is a different story, however, as it becomes one of the few times that I can prove how much I’m willing to do for them.
It thus becomes a rather galvanizing scene to arrive with a party of friends at a doorstep, ready to help bring someone else into another phase in their life. This weekend was no exception, when helping Pat and Jen settle into their new place, a newly built four bedroom house out in the west end. Through most of last week, Pat and Jen had already moved the small items themselves, so the only things that were left were the bulky furniture. There were only eight of us, but we were finished before we knew it.
Pat and Jen paid us in beer, pizza, and wings, but given the fact that they had already done most of the work, we hardly deserved it. The rest of the day was spent playing Mario Power Tennis, Donky Konga, and table tennis.
Helping them moving was a reminder of how we’re all growing up. Getting married, getting old.
I once asked Darren, the only other male cousin with whom I share a Generation name, whether he thought we’d end up like our fathers, two brothers who also share their own. Our fathers who are moody, wasted old men who work too hard, and don’t get enough sleep. Before we realized it though, we had already turned into them, surviving the days on mostly restless sleep.
Look at us now. Pat and Jen are engaged, starting their family here. Aaron and Karen are one block away.
And the couples take home leftovers the way the parents do at all the Christmas parties during the holidays.
The pictures of Pat’s bird and Chaos are both absolutely amazing.
Thanks…the bird was actually the first shot I got with my new 100mm 2.8 macro lens. It took a whole bunch of tries not to get the bars of the cage in frame cause I was shooting from outside.