Those who "know" me are aware of my desire to live in a downtown neighborhood where it is possible to live without driving a car. I believe that oil addiction will soon change life as we know it, and society will reverse its trend of the past century. Instead of spreading out to the suburbs, humanity will scurry back to the city core, giving up the extreme luxury of personal motor vehicles for much more healthy and sustainable mass transit, walking and biking.
I love the idea of walking to the grocery store or farmer's market to buy fresh local produce. I want to walk or bike to work. How nice it would be to be able to attend the many downtown festivals, entertainment options and events without worrying about finding and paying for parking! (How many times have I tried to attend events downtown and given up after not being able to park the car?)
The urban neighborhoods are expensive to live in, but three months ago I was informed of a rare opportunity- a Victorian house near downtown which was in foreclosure and being sold at the Sheriff's auction. I was all set to bid on the house on the date of the auction when suddenly the house was withdrawn.
After getting over the disappointment, I decided to examine myself in the house I am currently living in. Did I appear to be on the verge of moving on to a new lifestyle? No. Instead, I appeared bogged down by accumulation of unnecessary, meaningless items- anchors preventing my ship from sailing.
I set out to change that. I wanted to be light and flexible, ready to move with the flow of whatever opportunity might present itself. I started the purging process, and tried not to be impeded by the nagging sense that my efforts fell short of perfection.
Imagine my shock when 2 days ago I went online to check out the status of upcoming Sheriff's auctions and found that the house I wanted has been added to the list of houses to be auctioned in mid July.
Did this happen because I took the steps of preparing for change? Well, we've all witnessed evidence of the laws of the universe, whether we know it or not.