I love that I discovered this post today, as I attempted to locate my own blog on wordpress. Frost’s poems live on, as he motivates, comforts and shows us we are not alone.
Helping someone you love move away is such a strange feeling. I don’t mean packing up the boxes. I mean taking the trip with them to the new place and helping them move in. Helping them leave you behind. Of course the very worst thing of all is to be the other one, after it’s all over, as your friend drives away and you are left alone in the weird echo silence of the new place. Ears perked up, tail between your legs, brow furrowed at all the new noises. At least if you are the one who helped them move, then you occupy yourself with driving back and the changing roadside views, and when you get home at least you have your old stuff to distract you.
The argument can be made both ways. But I know the truth. The truth is that the one who’s worst off is…
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