The cozy Peace

Last night as I lay in my bed, one thought came to my mind: I love my cozy little house, with the windows open, the cats purring, the doors locked and the security system on and a comfortable, wonderful bed and warm blankets. I love the music playing Softly while hearing the Crickets and animals outside. And it’s a cozy house because it is peaceful.

When I saw the house online, I knew it’s where I wanted to live. I just had a feeling about it which is why I signed the lease and moved in site unseen. A risk? Yes, but a fabulous one that worked out.  When I finally actually walked through the door when I moved in I could feel a good and positive energy.

The house that I lived in in Atlanta was big and beautiful, but it had a bad energy.  I found out later that  the last man to own and lived in that house had died from a drug overdose.  Addiction is a terrible disease, and I swear you could feel  the weight of it and all that came with it when you entered in the house. And I didn’t realize how heavy that energy was until I came to this house.

Everyone who comes here has said how great it feels, that there is special happy energy.  The people who lived here last were very well loved by the neighbors and were a happy family. Indeed there is only one person who has entered that did not like the house, but he was a bastion of negative himself and therefor, could not stand anything good and happy.

I love it here, I love this little house and the little garden and a little flowers and all my things inside. I love how I finally feel safe and how it’s becoming more and more my home. And I love how things have changed when I look back and think about my life just a short time ago.

And what a difference a year makes. I think of where I was and what I was doing and how I felt just 12 short months ago. A lifetime can happen in 12 months, 365 days.  we can travel the universe and back again , and indeed I have.

Fast forward to now to how everything is different – better.  Fast forward through all of the minutia of getting everything in place and ready.  Now I’m happy, fulfilled, and having the time of my life. I’m smiling and laughing and joking and I am hopeful for the future. I’m excited my life and all that comes with it. And for the first time in a long time, I feel light as a feather and I love the life I’ve made for myself here. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I Belong. Indeed this house is my home. But also so is Texas. No doubt in my mind that I am home in every sense.

Life is short.  Find your home.  Find your tribe. And love them hard.