Today’s blog post is not a book review (unlike this one which is about a book that will transform your life). It’s about life throwing you curveballs and unpleasant poop storms, but also little signs and acknowledgements courtesy of the universe, to show that it really does have your back. These signs come intermittently, and (as I’m realizing) when you’re grasping for straws and can’t seem to catch a break.
Last week, as Bryan and I were out house hunting, I made a comment about how funny it would be if we were to find a house in the eleventh hour. Of course, that didn’t actually happen, but what did was even weirder, in some cosmic it-had-to-happen-this-way kind of way.
Two nights ago, I sent a text message to the girl who lives downstairs to inquire about the status of her apartment. She had mentioned that she’s hoping to move to Florida this summer, but the dates hadn’t been confirmed and truthfully, I was afraid to ask. I was curious to know what she was planning on doing with her condo—despite my own misgivings about overstepping. She had plans to put it on the market this week, but was nervous about having someone sign a one-year lease—and so, we got the ball rolling. Moving downstairs on a month-to-month basis buys us valuable time to continue our search without feeling pressured to just pick a house/any house (that may have nearly happened a few times).
This all unfolded so quickly; my neighbor and I discussed the finer details of how we could work this out just yesterday—and we were able to give our landlord 30-days’ notice.
“Charlotte. This is the universe speaking to us.”
All this time, I’ve been looking for avocados and coming up empty. Who knew that the answer I was looking for was literally right under my nose?
When was the last time you felt the universe had your back?
How was your Memorial Day weekend, sweet peas? Did you enjoy some much needed time away from the hustle and grind?