I work from home, meaning that most days I get very little human contact. As T will tell you, some days I don’t leave the apartment–and even worse, on some days, I don’t leave my pyjamas.

This has meant that I have become one of those excessively (and perhaps even terrifyingly) friendly people. I get overly excited at any form of communication and talk way too much (even more than normal, which I know is difficult to imagine). I have made “friends” at the post office and the gym, and at my myriad holistic doctors.  And of course, I have made a handful of friends on my own, but only a handful.

Suddenly, now that we’re leaving and selling all our stuff, I have met about 800 people with whom I would like to be best friends. There was K, the new girl at T’s office from South Africa, who sat next to me at the trivia night. And F, also from T’s office, who bought our fridge and HAD A CUTE DOG. There was L, the stunning Kiwi girl who bought our bed. There was beautiful N from Sri Lanka, who bought a bunch of our picture frames and our phone. There was the charming and gentle man from Ireland whose name I forgot, who came with some English fool who bought a bureau and some other stuff. There was S, the unbelievably helpful Indian man who bought our washer. And last night, there was D, the sassy Swedish nanny who bought our guest bed and hugged me when she left.

I’m a little sad that it took us leaving to unearth all these cool people and now I will see them again. On the flip side, they helped make our departure more entertaining and smooth, and without them, I would definitely have lost my damn mind.

Of course, T always looks at the bright side. Last night he told me, “At least now I can say I had a Swedish nanny in my bed!” And that, of course, is what’s important.