If you have been reading my blog recently you know that I am supposed to move to a new apartment in exactly three weeks and two days. This is going to be very interesting to see how all of this is going to happen. As of today’s date, I don’t know where I am going to move. I looked at two possible rental buildings. I have already canceled one of the two apartments out. This newly viewed apartment was smaller than my present apartment and it is about the same monthly rental. I’m looking for less expense, not the same or more. The unit is not in a very pretty area and the parking is $25.00 more than I pay at the moment! This new parking cost would be almost what I paid for the rent of my first apartment, as a single girl in my 20’s, in Chicago, in 1977!
I have been scouring the Internet for a part of each day in the search of a new potential habitat. So far to no avail. Not exactly, to no avail… I have two more units to check out in the next few days. I have read recently there is an upswing of sales of trailers and campers. Suddenly I understand why. It is because it is so expensive to buy and own homes of any size. Home rentals are difficult because so many homes are rented with the stipulation that the home can be shown by realtors hoping to make a sale. This means that if the house is sold often the renter is giving 60 days notice to leave. If you are a pet owner this fact also limits the houses and apartments that are for rent.
Did I think as a youth that I would be looking to move to an apartment in my 60’s with one of my sons and two cats and a dog? NO! I thought that my life would be settled and that I would be retired and my husband and I would be happily visiting my grandchildren. My life would be cheerful and stable. Life would be easy without many worries. If I had to move, my husband and I would make the move together, without much fuss. Wrong again! I am separated, no husband to help, no grandchildren, and I am the owner of a very small business with no retirement in sight. Life is full of surprises.
This dilemma actually reminds me of when I was a college student in London. I remember that I would get a pile of assignments from all of my professors. My last year, before graduation, I had a mountain of work to finish each week. I had a book or two to read in each class. I took Irish Writers and I often had to read three or more plays a week. Most of my professors also required their students to write a paper EACH WEEK, in each class. I also took Short Story Writing. I had about six papers to write every week. Now, I knew that I was going to do the work. I always turned in all of my work and on time! There were days when I would sit in my bedsitter (a bedsitter is one bedroom, that often college students rent, in some person’s apartment, usually with the use of the bathroom and with the use of the owner’s kitchen.) I would stare out of the tiny window that looked down on the rooftops of other small apartment buildings surrounding my building, and then I would glare at the piles of work that had to be done. I wondered, how all of my homework was going to be finished on time? Somehow I knew it would all be done and done by me. It was like magic. I knew somehow everything would get finished in the allotted time. I remember thinking that, “By next Monday, everything will be done.” Then after an hour or so of daydreaming I would open a book and begin. By the time Monday would roll around, the work was finished and turned in, on time, by me, as if by magic!
Today, while sitting in my little office in my very nice apartment, (soon to be someone else’s apartment) on the 16thfloor, with the stupendous views overlooking Denver from every room, I am wondering, again, how in three weeks and two days, my move, will all be done? In three weeks and two days, I will be directing moving men where to place my white leather loveseat in my new apartment somewhere in these United States of America. Once again, everything will be done and finished on time. As if by magic, in three weeks and three days I will be sitting staring out of a window, with a new and different view, with piles of boxes surrounding me, in every room, waiting for someone to open them. I will be sitting holding a nice big glass of wine and maybe with a plate of cheese and crackers, sitting on my lap, if I can find them in one of the boxes, in my new kitchen. I will wonder, how on earth, I accomplished all that I accomplished in only three weeks and three days. It will happen as if by magic, by ME!
Until Next Week…
One thought on “As if by Magic!”
Sue Ellen, your post this week reminded me of my dilemma a few years back. I was divorced and the house was being foreclosed upon at some time in the near future. F-day came with 30 days notice, and a new girlfriend asked me to move in with her. We had only been together about 45 days, so I knew it was a risk, but I was going to have to move somewhere, so what the hey. A few weeks later, the “chill” set in and I had to move with zero notice.
I did my due diligence, and made a list of 20 places that were available, drove by them to eliminate less desirable neighborhoods , noise issues, etc. And when I called the top listed ones, they were all gone. Everyone of them. This was 2013 and construction had been behind demographics for 5-6 years, it was August when students at our 3 colleges were starting back and looking for housing. The rental market was tighter than a bugs ass.
So I made another list and expanded my price range up a bit to have more possibles and was looking the next day. The top priced place was a condo that was terrific, and I looked at it first, which seemed like an error when the others just didn’t measure up to it. Then I realized that the first condo just plain made me feel good when I thought about it and made the decision impulsively to take it.
Six years later I still love it – I see no other buildings from my corner unit, just the golf course pond in one direction and a wooded pile of granite boulders the other way. It bothered me at first to be just a renter, but with really big alimony payments to my ex I could not qualify for a loan, so I lived with it. Now I have a landlord who loves me and has not raised the rent, so I am now paying a middle market rent for a luxury condo. And with cracks beginning to show in the real estate market, I’m not sure I would buy now even though I have the ex paid off and could easily qualify for a loan.
I guess my point in writing is to mention that I believe that things are always working out for us and sometimes we have to accept what is as being the path to the best outcome even if it does not seem like the best outcome at the time. I’ve leaned to trust those impulses I get as nudges from Spirit showing me the easiest way. Sort of like the lighted paths in M. Scott Peck’s The Road Less Traveled.
So keep on going through the process and just do what feels good when you find it, even if there are other things that might not seem ideal. Go more with your gut, and not totally with your head as you go through the process. Follow your nudges and see what Spirit leads you to.
I just love adventures, even though there is a bit of unease not knowing exactly what outcomes will be, because there is good in it all.
Have fun with it.
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