This place that I live has been a blessing. It’s the first place in years, since I lost my house in foreclosure as a matter of fact, the first place that has really fed and nurtured me. It is full of light. It is high off the ground which affords me privacy. It’s curvy and stylish. It has gorgeous mountain views. It’s a detached house so it’s private. Aside from being on a busy street, it was more than I could have wanted for myself. And now I have to move out of it. I am beyond sad. And every time something like this comes to an end, I feel so much fear. Where will I go? Will I find another place? Will it be nice? How will I wrangle my way around my credit score, especially in this uber-competitive housing market? I want to be determined to be positive and fearless about it, but I just don’t know if I’m there! I’ve been in such a funk for the past couple of months. How will I do this?
My inner Buddha says that the universe doesn’t run out of blessings. There are more perfect houses and perfect situations. And the next one will be a double-blessing, because it will be on a quiet street. I never got used to the noise here. I thought I would. There are more light-filled, lovely homes that I can afford, where they will accept my positive rental history and overlook my sketchy credit score. Lots of people have sketchy credit scores these days. And really, it’s not sketchy, it’s nonexistent, except for a gargantuan student loan monster. I have a good job and make a good income.
I just have to stay in the light. Help me stay in the light dear Universe.