Life unexpected

This is my last Sunday in temporary housing. I could not be more excited about the prospect of spending next weekend in my new house. Emphasis on "my."

I still can't quite believe I'm buying my own place. For sure, this is not the life I had imagined for myself when I was a teenager. I figured I'd be an apartment-dweller until I got married and bought my first place with my husband. Of course, that was back when I thought I'd be married right out of college and have two or more kids by now. That's a scary thought. That life wouldn't have been right for me. It sounded good in theory, but I don't think I would have been happy.

God knew that, and that's why I am where I am today.

Thirty.
Single.
Buying my first house on my own.

This is the way my life is supposed to be. Had I followed the blueprint I scribbled in notes to friends back in high school, I never would have moved to Texas, thus never discovering many of the musicans I love today, the sport of baseball and the Texas Rangers or any of the friends who have come along with those discoveries. I would never have driven across country for a music festival (and then returned the following year). I would never have adopted my two cats. Most importantly, I would never have learned what I know about myself now --- things that can't quite be articulated, but are significant nonetheless.

This week is going to be a busy one of packing and preparing to move to the new place (which should be done Friday and Saturday), but I know it's going to be an exciting one too. I really need to savor this experience (even the ream of paperwork that comes along with it) because it's a big life moment. And it's all mine.