When I got to college, I never thought I would get to the point that I’m at right now. I think I always thought I would die before now, but I guess I had a problem seeing into the future. But I’m at this place, now, where I didn’t expect to be, and while it feels okay, it’s also a little sad. I tell Peter that he’s an idealist, but I’m definitely just as bad, just secretly so. And when things don’t turn out the way I think they should, I don’t like it. Or then I get into the remembering and think obssessively.

However, today, aside from other events, I proved myself wrong. I’ve been so irritated that my "condo" closing wouldn’t be until March. But I put an offer on a townhouse right next to where Kit lives.  It’s so much better than where I am now, and I’m hoping that after they reject my first offer, they’ll accept the second one. So when God closes a door, he opens a window. And a lot of times the window will take you better place. And even though I know not everything is not always as it seems (thanks for reminding me, Cristin), it’s still a little bit difficult. Just enough to cause some reflection. I also know that in both instances, my window took me to a better place, and I’m happy for that.

Double meaning much, Kel? haha