Here we go

So plans for California have for now been put off. I'm not surprised or disappointed. I was praying for timing and for the right thing to happen.

I've posted this before, but I definitely live a lot of my life on intuition. Moving out of that house in Shawnee was necessary and a very good move for me. Moving into this current apartment seemed right at the time... sortof. My roommate and I had lived together before but a lot of life change has occurred and I was pretty nervous going into this situation that we might not be as compatible as we once were. Boy, I hit the nail on that one. I should've trusted my instincts on that but I pushed those thoughts aside because I didn't think I had any other option.

It's a funny thing. I remember sitting at the kitchen table at a ladies bible study one night last March. My living situation was the topic of discussion. On one hand, I had the roommate I'm with now. On the other hand, I had the roommate I'm now going to. Two options. Man, guess I just picked the wrong one...

So, leaving this apartment complex... Does it feel right? It would if I could do it on good terms. If my roommate found a roommate to replace me ( I offered to find one for her but naturally, she'd like to pick her own living partner).

But accepting my new promotion and sticking around KC for a bit more time... that feels right. My next living situation that I'll be moving in to next month?... That has felt right for a long time.

I was over there this morning, looking at what's to be my new room, talking about expectations and storage and details. I mean, as people tell me, I'm never home because I'm over there all the time anyway. Now, instead of watching a movie until 1am and then having to drive to my apartment, I can just go to bed. Instead of getting woken up at 8:30am with a getoverherei'mmakingbreakfastwillyougetsomeOJontheway?... I just walk out into the kitchen. I think without a doubt, this move alone will slow my life down by 80%...

I'm glad that Park Edge got me out of the house in Shawnee. That house had me trapped in a very bad place. But I'm so glad to feel like I'm finally heading where I should be. Someplace I can stop and rest for a while. Living in a place I'm already familiar, living with somebody who's seen me at my worst... and still invites me back...

And my job... the position isn't where I thought I would be, but perhaps it's right where I need to be.

All of this coming together, it feels like God's hand. It feels like I'm finally going to wind up where I belong.

It's about time!