Flying in miracles

Today is the last day in my Mt. Pleasant house. I am feeling some kind of way. I have lived right here for 20 years. Getting to this point was a challenge. Fortunately I had many miracles along the way. The first one was landing a job in Savannah about 4 years ago. I didn't even see the posting. A friend sent it to me. Fast forward 4.5 years and now I'm running the department!

My parents decluttered my house. Friends helped me pack. Other friends brought boxes. A woman I only knew from Facebook came over with 20 boxes, packing tape, labels, and helped me pack! My brother spent a week with me organizing and keeping me focus. My sister took loads of my stuff to her storage shed. And the list goes on.

Yesterday a friend made me an amazing lunch. And to top it all off, the agent for the people who bought my house stopped thanked me and gave me a rose.

I need to remember days like this. Because there will be plenty of days when absolutely positively nothing makes sense. I know this from experience.

I am looking forward to getting into my house in Savannah. And sometimes I am not. I go back and forth. It will be just fine. It will be better than fine.