The weight of solitude...

The roommates down the hall that I helped a few weeks ago with their door lock were moving out today. I saw them struggling with some of their furniture and with some amount of anxiety I smiled and asked if they needed any help. I ended up helping them take down boxes to their rental truck and I was surprised at how easy it was to talk, joke around, and answer their questions... and ask them questions. When we finally finished, they thanked me and said, "you're a lifesaver." We all agreed it was fun.

I wish I had taken the opportunities that there had been to become friends with them over the last year. I barely know them, but as I was waving goodbye to them and walked back to my apartment alone, I looked down the hall to their door to a now empty apartment and felt the weight of my mandatory solitary time here on earth.