I had a great lunch with a friend today and two important lessons came out of the lunch.
#1 (and clearly the most important)....the restaurant was amazing. We went to Be'Witched Deli (http://bewicheddeli.com/) on Washington Ave in Minneapolis and it was amazing.
It has been there for a couple of years, but every time I suggest we go there, Jeremy is not into it. Both Jeremy and my mom have this strange perception that a sandwich is not a meal. It's like eating breakfast for dinner or something like that...against the rules. Well break the rules friends because it is amazing. I had a half of a turkey sandwich (ciabatta, bacon, medjool dates & goat cheese), and it was unreal. Love at first bite. Go there now.
#2 As I continued to freak out at lunch over the fact that our condo has not yet sold my friend Stephanie reminded me of a very important life occurrence.
"Remember when you were single, and you wanted a boyfriend? And so you would look, and fret, and search and worry? And then you would never find a guy because you were so preoccupied with trying to find him that you forgot about yourself? Maybe this is kind of the same way. As long as you keep looking for a condo-buyer, scouring and pretending you are all of a sudden a residential real estate agent, maybe they won't come. When you stop looking for them, they will find you."
Okay fine. Use logic on me. Whatever. So now I am preoccupied with trying to not worry about finding someone to buy our condo. It's exhausting being me.
So I am making this pact to myself. And you...my loyal blog readers must hold me to this. Via the internet..I guess.
I hereby solemnly swear to stop freaking out about our condo.
I promise to act logically and rationally.
Or try at least.
I promise to uphold all of the standards that rational human beings hold and conduct myself in a reasonable manner.
I promise to remind myself that while it is all that I can possibly think about, likely those around me do not care one lick.
I promise not to call my mom every 45 seconds freaking out that it still has not sold.
I promise to limit my email usage to the Realtor to one every other day. (come on people, I have to be reasonable here)
And I promise to never, under any circumstances whatsoever, to email Realtors who have shown our property to ask why they have not made an offer.
Or so I will try.