My friend stood in my kitchen nervously shifting her feet around. She was waiting to tell me something important. It made me nervous. Finally, she came out with it.
“We are putting our house up for sale next week.”
Now, let me start off by saying that I am not good with change. I never was and at 40, I have accepted that I probably never will be.
My friend and her awesome husband moved in across the street from us months after we bought our house. We have enjoyed play dates, holidays, dinners, and even just a couples outing. They are “our people”.
So needless to say, this did not sit well with me.
The “For Sale” sign went up and made it real.
I thought about the times my friend made me walk to try and bring on labor with the almost 2 year old. She is hard core. Those walks were to the point I am surprised baby girl didn’t come walking out.
We also went paddle boarding together. Read this if you haven’t already, The Not So Extreme Adventures in Paddle boarding.
There were so many fun times we had.
My 4 year old asked them why they were moving with his puppy dog eyes just like we practiced. I told them their next door neighbors stare at their house and drown their sorrows in beer. I knew this because I was watching from my window with my wine glass doing the same. I even wanted to remind them of all the amazing dinners I cooked and had them over for. Only that didn’t happen so I didn’t. I even thought of ways to sabotage their house showings. I said whatever I could to attempt them to reconsider. Can you tell I would miss them?
Truth is even if I was good at change, this would still suck.
There are some people in this world that you can be yourselves with and enjoy time spent just hanging around and being together. Our friends are those people. They are the ones we know we can call if we need anything. This is my friend who didn’t laugh too hard when she showed up at my door after I was dipping my head in a bowl of milk after getting jalapeno in my eyes. ( Don’t ask. ) She is the one who came running over when I brought baby girl home from the hospital just to hold her.
When you are a parent, you pray that your kids grow up around the right friends. Their little girls are amazing and my kids adore them.
Our family spent time with them on the final night they would be living across the street from us. So many emotions ran through my mind. I kept thinking tomorrow the moving trucks are coming. I was quiet that night and you can probably guess, that’s not my norm.
Sometimes, it all comes down to being left behind while the good ones move on. Then I realized that’s not what happens to really amazing friends. I know. It took me awhile. You who are reading this probably already came to this conclusion a couple of paragraphs ago.
We are not just friends. We are family.
Family always stays with you in your heart. They also show up at doors…no matter where you live.