It's November and that leads me to think about things ... about how I have this great house that I worked my a$$ off to buy. I signed the papers in December 2009 and realized today that this is where I've lived for the longest stretch of time in my life ... not counting my growing up years. And that made me smile!
I thought back to the time when I was trying to find a house to buy. It was not an easy thing for me because I didn't know what I wanted to buy, or where. I perused a lot of listings and would get easily discouraged because things were too over priced, or too large, and finally just kind of gave up, taking a break from the pressures. And then in the middle of one night, a word came to me: Impala. And I remember thinking about that word for a few days, and just assumed that it was God's way of telling me about the car I needed to buy (at the time I was driving an Olds with 160,000 miles). My realtor called me and said he has a listing to show me. It was a cute house, on the small side and close to the bus lines, which were my two must-haves. But something didn't feel quite right. So the realtor suggested another house around the corner from this one, a foreclosure. It was empty, and a little bit ugly because of the weird paint color on the inside. But I liked it. Making a decision to spend $100k was .... well, I usually tend to sleep on large purchases. I told my realtor I'd call him and let him know. I think I waited like 15 mins then called him back, said "make an offer"!!
Here is it, 12 years later and I'm still convinced that this house was meant for me. So does that fall under the category of miracles? In my mind, it does. Because while we tend to think that a miracle is something usually related to health, as in being unexplainably cured of cancer, but maybe a miracle is something that happens and it's our perspective that makes it feel like it's a miracle. Because in the "real world", how can an low-paid retail worker who's single afford a down payment on a house? how can she qualify for a mortgage on her salary? To me, it was a miracle. Everything fell into place as if it was meant to be. I saw the house on Oct 30, and signed the papers on December 9th.
It was a wonderful miracle for me. :)
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