Sometimes life is beyond strange and ridiculous. Today we went to the Humane Society which is about thirty minutes away from where we live. My daughter had a birthday party a few weeks ago and she asked for donations for the Humane Society instead of presents. We are a family of animal lovers and it makes the kids feel so good to raise money for a worthy cause. My daughter collected $105 and she was beyond excited to bring it in.
We walked into the Humane Society and my daughter told the woman behind the counter why she was there. The woman thanked her warmly and said she would write out a receipt. She asked my daughter for her address and when my daughter told her, the woman said that she and her husband were in the process of buying a house in that town. I asked her which house and she named the exact same one that we were supposed to see that day. The house that I had previously looked at and had moved into in my mind. The house that I had mentally done landscaping and renovations for right up until I received the email saying that our showing was canceled because an offer had been made and it was under contract. I jokingly told the woman at the Humane Society that she had stolen the house right out from beneath me. We chatted for a bit about the unbelievable coincidence.
When we left, my sister and I must have laughed for twenty minutes about the odds of meeting the person who made an offer on the very same house that I was interested in. Do you ever wonder if fate is just messing with you? There were about ten volunteers at the Humane Society and the one that helped my daughter is the one that we had an odd connection to.
Somehow meeting that woman made my disappointment at not being able to consider that house as an option a little more bearable. She seemed so excited about her new home and she spoke about her and her husband and their dog moving in to it. I'm sure that it was destined to be her home and it wasn't meant for my kids and myself. Perhaps fate wasn't really messing with me at all. Perhaps it was giving me one more reason to let go of an option that was never really mine to begin with.
I believe in fate - but in a different way than before my divorce. Before, I thought of fate as in "I met the person I wanted to meet and marry and so, yes, there must be fate! Love is fate!" (that was naïve infidelity unaware me)
ReplyDeleteNow, I think fate exists in moments like yours, where you cross paths with people who teach you something or remind you of something in one quick fleeting moment. Your post reminds me that those moments exist. (I've been cynical lately) thank you for the reminder!
I have a naive infidelity unaware me as well. I both pity and envy that old me.
DeleteIt's so hard not to be cynical after going through this. I wonder if that passes or if I will always be a slightly more bitter, harder person.
Thanks for reading and writing!