Now, as for these past two days, my life has been an example that sometimes everything seems to work furiously to open up a new and unforseen future.
I have an apartment. A home.
It's a beautiful, brick building on Worth Street, and I'm giddy when I picture myself studying on its uneven, wooden floors or washing dishes in its lovely, white kitchen!
Less than thirty-six hours ago, Christina and I were sitting on the steps in front of the building, our adrenaline pumping with the excitement of knowing, of believing we are meant to live here.
But we didn't have the money.
Trying to figure out what I could sell to make four hundred dollars within twenty-four hours (the room we wanted apparently had a waiting list of eager-to-be-tenants, and it was a first come, first serve deal) I decided, "Christina, if it's not meant to be then another door will open. We may just be excited because this is the first place we've toured. I just don't see how we can get the money."
But within two hours we had it. Somehow, we had gotten the money along with the blessings of our families and friends.
Built before 1920, the rooms in which we'll be eating, sleeping, and studying throughout the next year have been standing through World War I, the Harlem Renaissance, The Great Depression, Pearl Harbor, the Red Scare, Beatlemania, the Moonlanding...
I'm living in a place that has a character as unique as the chips in its paint.
But what I may be most excited about in this new life-chapter is my roommate. I sincerely believe that I couldn't ask for a better companion throughout the year than Christina, my spirit-sister.
I should be moving within the next two weeks, and I'm incredibly optimistic. Everything has fallen into place so well that this must be of God.
