I asked Lori For The Ultimate Favor
If you've ever wondered who your real friends are, just move.
Across town, between states, pickup truck or moving van - however big or small your move, asking for moving help is right up there with requesting a liver.
Granted, I waited to ask for help until the day before, which in retrospect was not the best planning. Somehow, all of my other friends were out of town or "doing homework," but Lori (a true blood sister) showed up and even saved a spot right in from of my building for me to park my behemoth rental pickup truck in.
Here she is looking #ThugLife as hell:
My new apartment is on the top floor, and the elevator is... cozy. Luckily, all of my furniture fit inside (just barely, as you see below):
It took 5 or 6 trips and Lori losing track of how high up we were ("Meet you down there, I'll take the stairs!" "All six floors?" "WHA? NEVERMIND!!") before we had trucked all of my belongings into my new place.
And now for my favorite part: unpacking! One of my all-time favorite activities is setting up a new apartment and figuring out what goes where. And I couldn't have done it without Lori coming to my rescue! Now I know I can hit her up when I need a kidney down the line. Right, Lori? Blood sisters for life!