I found myself heading toward Garey and 3rd, toward the place I’d hope to soon call home. I found myself unwillingly temporarily settling in across from the perfectly lit street, from the endless line of windows that let the most beautiful rays in, the perfect fire escape, the shiny laminate wood floors, quaint concrete walls. My car rattled, hand gripped the gear, mind telling me to drive and drive fast before my stomached ached in longing once again. I found myself praying my acknowledgment and understanding of the old and tiresome cliche “it all happens for a reason”, as my eyebrows rose high to the Heavens, tears and corners of my mouth so low to the ground.
Then the street lamp went out. And I drove off, thanking the Lord for reassuring me that something better is on its way.
