One of my dearest friends is coming tonight. Here's the checklist:
have daughter clean room- check
fresh linens-check
flowers for nightstand-check
worry- check
Why would I be worried about her visit? She's been my friend for over 25 years. We've been through whatever life has thrown us in that time together. Why the nerves? I'll tell you why.
She and her family are moving back home after living in Texas and Chicago. Yippee! So they came to find a house...not an easy task, after the insanity of the real estate market left us with ridiculous prices. While they were looking I joined along. Her husband is so easily accommodated that he actually wanted to skip it entirely and let her find their house. There were a few decent options, after they made offers, they weren't decent options anymore. She went back home to Chicago. On Mother's Day she called asking if I could please go that night (thank goodness it wasn't Father's Day is all I can say) and see this house that her husband (who was back out working) had seen that day. A house he, the one that doesn't care that much, really likes and that the realtor says won't last. So my daughter and I go see it, and all my daughter says the whole time we are there is, "Mommy, can we buy this house, pleeeaaasseeee?". Which tells you the teenage vote. I think it's a great home and give it a big thumbs up. My friend agrees to buy it on my recommendation. They make an offer and enter into escrow the next day. Now, mid escrow, she's coming to see it for the first time. Yikes! What if she hates it? Can anything really live up to your expectations/wildest hope from afar? Here's hoping so. Pleeeaasseee is right. So we're going to see it as soon as we can get in. I'll let you know what she thinks. Wish us luck.
