She looked at the mess of furniture and boxes. Somehow, the process of moving house always included more of everything than she’d imagine. Then she looked at the motley group assembled to move all the things. They were tired, aching and more than a little amazed of just how much stuff there was. They were also laughing, reminding each other of old times, and occasionally asking her about particular items of note. Seeing them together, moving things along in heartily organized concert, made her smile and think that she, all things considered, had the bestest of friends.
Despite herself, she half hoped this moment would last.