So, I've had a best friend, Caren, since I was 8 years old. Spent every summer at her house, grew up together, shared everything, and we are still best friends.
Well said best friend lives in San Antonio where I'm moving (YAYYYYY)....
And....she called me today and told me that her mom called her today and told her that she wanted her to tell me that she and best friends dad had been talking and wondered if I would mind/be offended/feel impeeded on if they helped me out with getting furniture for my apartment when I move.
Oh em gee.
I was perfectly content with my new apartment and the fact that I was going to be sitting in my empty apartment with nothing but my tv, laptop, and a sleeping bag, and some paper plates until I could get on my feet and get a few furniture items a little at a time.
I get so blown away by some people's kindness, and that people would care so much about little old me is so touching. These are the same people who bought me new school clothes for high school because my family couldn't afford any and we'd had uniforms in middle school. The same people who fixed up a car for me, and gave it to me after I got my liscense - after they paid to put me through driver's ed. The same people who would sneak me a 100 dollar bill at Christmas to buy presents. The same people who paid almost $4000 the summer after my Junior year so that I could go on the school's trip to Europe with Caren.
I feel so loved, and grateful, and pleased that people like this exist.
Just wanted to share.
Pooks might not have to sleep on the floor after all.



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