Our house is an albatross. See that up there? We’ve had renters in the house, and now we do not. The property management group has rekeyed the locks, and I don’t have a copy of the key yet, so I can’t go all the way inside, but I took this picture from the glass in my back door. That big hunk of white metal that is sticking out from under the counter? That used to be a dish washer. I’m not sure what it is now. I’m afraid to see the refrigerator.
But that’s not what I’m writing about.
I posted that picture on Facebook, and not much later two of my friends arrived. I had not asked them to come. In fact, I’d told one of them to stay home. But you know what friends do? Friends ignore you when you need to be ignored, and friends just show up when it is warranted. Emily came bearing mango. Chey came bearing her husband. Both of them came to make sure I was okay and was not walking into a disaster alone.
And my friends on Facebook showed up for support, too.
I wanted to give all these people a shout out for making me laugh when I really just wanted to cry, and for keeping me company, and for caring about me in general.
Thank you all. For showing up, for showing support, for being outraged on my behalf, for loving me, and for caring. It means a lot!