I had an experience of this recently with my home. As I mentioned in my last blog, I absolutely LOVE my house. It’s my sanctuary. It’s what I need… AND eight years ago (five years before my husband and I purchased it), my counselor described it to me.
At that time, I had been recently released from neurological rehabilitation and had just settled a court case. I was beginning to feel physically healed from the life-changing automobile accident, but emotionally I was a wreck. My life had been dramatically changed and I felt as though it was in shambles. So I began seeing Nancy, a counselor, to help me pick up the broken pieces of my life and determine where to go next.
Nancy helped me tremendously. She was integral in making me see sometimes “Bad Things Happen to Good People,” and that I had a choice as to where I wanted to go next.
When I started seeing her, I was living at home with my mother who served as my primary caretaker. Nancy helped me establish boundaries and guidelines for not only myself but for my mother and gave me independence. She also encouraged me to start thinking about getting a house of my own.
I thought she was crazy!! How would I be able to manage?? I couldn’t drive. I forgot things frequently. I didn’t trust myself. But, despite my objections, I entertained her recommendation and we spoke about it at length.
She thought a quaint cape cod would serve me well and recommended “reasonably priced” neighborhoods not far from her office. These neighborhoods were on a major bus route with many shops and restaurants within walking distance. We talked about the importance of community and how these neighborhoods could offer a sense of belonging.
Again, although engaging in the conversation, I thought she was nuts. Not only was I concerned about how I would manage on my own… but she wanted me to consider a home in the NORTHTOWNS? Who would ever visit me? My whole family lived in the SOUTHTOWNS!! Which for any of you familiar with the Buffalo area know that people in the southtowns generally stay in the southtowns. Basically, I believed it wasn’t going to happen and went along my merry way.
As with all signs and messages, however, they make sense in their time… not ours. Sometimes it takes years… for this message it took eight.
I drive by Nancy’s office often as I pass it to get to New World Gifts where I do readings every Friday. A couple of weeks ago while passing by suddenly it struck me. She was RIGHT. The home my husband and I purchased is smack dab in the middle of where she recommended I look AND all the things we had talked about were exactly why Don and I chose the house we did. I hadn’t recalled the conversations Nancy and I had while house hunting. Wish I had as it might have made the process easier for the message, albeit an unlikely source, was there all along.