The home-stretch. A few sleepless nights, but the end is in sight. Or, is it the beginning? Couldn't have come this far without the help of some very special people, friends as well as strangers.
A very well deserved plug for a couple from Southern Rhode Island, Sara and Rich, who run Clean Hands Recycling, a local recycling company. Pick up is free. Everything that can be reused, is reused. They bring new meaning to the phrase, one man's junk is another man's treasure. Items are either donated to needy families, or sold for a pittance. Think donation? Think Clean Hands. Cannot believe how much stuff we were able to give away. Which makes us think why do we have to accumulate so much in the first place?
Cristin, Eric, you guys are great. Thank you for a wonderful wonderful evening. We couldn't have enjoyed ourselves more, if we had tried. It was a blast to walk down memory lane. And thanks to everyone who pitched in with the dinner. Didn't realize Brown squashers were such good chefs. Wish we had done this more often, but hey, we'll be back, right?
Ani, Gowri, Mark, Roger, Amma, cannot really find the words to express our gratitude. All the lunches, dinners, sleepovers, backyard parties. And all the help with the packing and the lifting. Super special, as someone I know will say.
Menakshi, Kingshuk, thanks for all the help, now and all the other times. We are really glad that you are back.
Teresa, Francisco, we are blessed to have you in our life. Can't really say much more than that.
Thanks to everyone else, too innumerable to be listed here. If prosperity is measured by the friends in your life, then we shall consider ourselves to be billionaires. Now, back to the marathon. If it feels as if we are being carried to the finish line, it is because we are being carried to the finish line.
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