Maybe it comes with growing up and becoming more adult-ish…maybe this is an integral part of your 20s…
I don’t know.
All I do know, is that as of Saturday morning at 7:30am, I had an empty apartment.
And as of that same Saturday morning at 9am, the Uhaul was emptied and turned back in.
And as of 8pm that Saturday night, there were pictures on the walls.
All I know is that my 16 and almost 20 year old brothers gave up their Saturday to carry a sleeper-sofa up a flight of stairs.
All I know is that my dad handled a Uhaul throughout Downtown.
All I know is that my mom didn’t leave until 8 that night after my bed was made, countless pictures were hung and my bathroom looked like this…
All I know is that my sister ate greasy pizza and watched 90s movies with me in a ill-lit living room, keeping me company on my first night.
All I know is that I am still 23 and I am still so so thankful.
All I know is that my family really knows how to make a girl feel loved.
I am constantly reminded by how amazing it is to have these people in my life. I said it on repeat Saturday (mostly due to the 2hrs of sleep), but I could never have done this move without them.
I feel undeserving and ill-equipped to let them know how much I appreciate them and everything they do for me. I feel there isn’t enough I can do to show them I love them as much as they love me.
I feel like ‘thank you’ is nowhere near enough…so I write blog posts instead.
Family, I love you all…to the moon and back. This is my inadequate thank you.
-Mary Em/Mary Emily/Sis