Unpacking My Appreciation


Those who know me, or have read my latest blogs, may know that for the past year and especially of late, I had been going through a rather tough time. The reality is that I was in a pretty bad living environment, and it was affecting both my physical and mental health. It was changing my behaviour and I did not like who I was becoming. I was being woken all hours of the night and unable to rest or recharge during the days and evenings, I was bitter and resigned to the constant yelling, and persistent noise and odours from the tenants above and their dogs. It was time for a change. But lo and behold right before it was time to move, right when I had begun to pack, I injured myself to the point of even being unable to pack my belongings.

It was looking like I wasn't going to be able to move as soon as I had hoped, and this was a rather large blow to an already broken spirit.

Or so I thought.

Friends and family who knew of my living situation quickly began showing up to pack up my apartment for me whenever they were available around their busy work schedules. They then moved my stuff to the new apartment, three stories up with no elevator. Folks, I have a lot of stuff including an approximate collection of 900 books, so when I tell you they were doing me a HUGE favour, you'd better believe I am not in any way, shape, or form exaggerating.

If that wasn't enough, some of them then started coming over here and there to unpack some of my stuff for me so that I would not further injure myself. Whenever I tried to help and went to reach for anything that wouldn't be doctor approved, they'd quickly speak up.

How about that. I am not above admitting that on a couple occasions over that week, I cried from the overwhelming appreciation I had for all of their help, for getting me out of that previous nightmare and into this new apartment that feels like paradise.

So in honour of them, this months Rambler Rave goes out to the following individuals...

The Rambler Rave!

Jessica, Travis, Travis' sister Rae and father Mike (Folks, I met Mike once for five minutes, and had never even met Rae, so how nice was it of them to show up out of the blue to help out?), Michelle and Trevor, Jason and Angele, Webby, mums cousin Andre who came swooping in when my poor friends where absolutely exhausted and justifiably tapping out, my new neighbour Brian from downstairs. Ann and Derek, Roxy who at one point came in the dead of night the moment she found out we were short on help. My old neighbour Jeff whom I hadn't spoken to in several years but came to help when mum called. Amanda and Alan, my neighbours and best friends from the old apartment who were there with spare keys and tools whenever I was in a jam or someone was picking up stuff for me while I wasn't there (they are my one and only regret I have for leaving that place).

Even my sister and her husband surprised me by popping in even though they live four hours away... in my surprised, emotional, and pain riddled state...I may have burst into tears. There may be a video. You will never see it hahahaha.

Savanna and my parents were around a LOT during the move, providing tons of boxes and unpacking my things and furniture for me in spite of their own back pains.

I would also like to once more mention the phenomenally helpful young strangers who helped out on their way back from camp whom I am still trying to identify.  (Click Here to read more and help me track down these nameless do-gooders).

A HUGE shoutout to all of these amazing people. Thank you so very much for all of your help this month. From the very depths of my heart, I truly do appreciate everything you've done for me.

Cheers!
The Bra Street Rambler

P.S. I do apologize for the lack of social media presence as of late, I do hope you'll understand given my injuries and move. I promise to get back at it as soon as I have everything back in order.

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