Yesterday, my friend Nina moved into a new apartment. She asked for help, so I said yes. Moving is hard work—lifting boxes, cleaning, and organizing things. We started early in the morning. She had books, clothes, kitchen tools, and plants. While we worked, we talked and laughed. She told me stories about her childhood, and I shared some of mine. We played music in the background and made jokes about all the things she had. “Do you really need ten mugs?” I asked. She laughed and said, “I love tea!” Helping her made me feel useful. She was very thankful. She said, “I couldn’t do this without you.” That made me smile. At the end of the day, we sat on the floor, tired but happy. We ate pizza and looked around at her new space. It wasn’t perfect yet, but it already felt like home. Helping a friend move is not just about boxes—it’s about support, time, and care. That day, we didn’t just move things—we moved closer as friends.