I'm not doing a very good best-friend-job of being supportive and excited. She's been calling every other day, keeping me updated on everything from the closing date (been praying, albeit a little grudgingly, that everything will work out and they get the house), to the amount of boxes and packing that needs done, to the weather in the new area they're going to live in.
I cannot feel excited. And she can tell I'm not, and I feel very bad. She wants me to help her redecorate the new house, pick paint colors and flooring and all when the time comes, because she knows I love doing that. She's trying hard to keep me involved, but the distance...at this point, on our budget...it's unrealistic to think I could travel that far just now. I worry that by the time I am able to make a visit to her, she'll have given up on me.
I'm not a good friend to her. I'm making her put too much effort into this, when I could at least pretend to be happy. I can pretend. I can do that much.
*sigh*