Ever feel that sometimes things don’t work out because something better is about to come along? I think I’ve just experienced that.
I’ve found a place to live. Though it is slightly more expensive than some others, it really is ideal for me right now. A room in a nice, quiet country cottage in the middle of nowhere with plenty of space to run, walk and room for reflection while I work toward my intended goals.
I have the added bonus of a landlady who is a very pleasant person and a divorcee around my age. There is nobody else in the house aside from when her children are there. We got on really well and we had a real laugh when we met the other night.
I’m going to be more comfortable here than I would have been in the other place with a houseful of strangers. One or two would have been enough.
It seems things are finally turning around. I’m moving out, I’m losing weight, I have that physical separation I so desperately need and I’m getting a clear idea of the direction in which I’m heading. I can also slow down on the job applications and go for those I really want instead of applying out of desperation for anything even slightly suitable.