On Friday afternoon I got a call from one of the renters I raved about last Tuesday. They were backing out. If you heard something that sounded like a wrecking ball landing on asphalt, that was my heart dropping. I wanted to lash out at her on the phone because I didn’t have a real back up plan. (Super mature of me, huh?) But even the surest things don’t always work out and before we hung up she had told me they had friend who might be interested in seeing my house. More med students. This time, a roster of guys! 

For those who know my address, please leave the 5 attractive, nice, single* doctors alone. 🙂 They ended up coming by that night and I held my breath all of Saturday waiting to receive their application. 

Meanwhile, my son had a birthday party (separate post to follow) in which lots of this happened:

Then instead of being a grown up and beginning to pack my house, I went to an Iron & Wine show.  Sunday, instead of reading my “How to be a landlord” book I did my taxes and drank champagne with my friend Lindsay who came by to help me pack. Except instead of packing we had two glasses of champagne and swapped traumatic stories about life. You should go read more about her recent adventures here: Alamokie is Okie Dokie. (That’s not really the name of her blog. I just think it should be. Lindsay, you are welcome.)

In the evening the 5 current and future doctors arrived to drop off their information, sign the lease, tour the house and leave money.  Their references ranged from, “Three of those guys are in my small group at church” to “He really is the kind of guy you want your daughter to marry.” I made sure to tell him that one to his face in front of his roommates.  I am still moving to my new house on or before May 1 and still haven’t packed even a single coffee mug. But still think it was a good and productive weekend.   

*I don’t actually know that they are single. It just makes for a better story.