About 10 days ago, I woke up at 4am feeling a little indigestion. I have had food poisoning, so I knew it wasn't that. I figured I ate something that didn't agree with me, but I could wait it out. I mean, doesn't everyone need to take Tums every now and then? Well, I waited...and I waited...and I waited. After about four hours, I wasn't feeling any better, so I looked up appendicitis symptoms, you know, as you do. I had only one of the common symptoms and all of the uncommon ones. I texted my good friend who is a doctor, just in case. I told her, though, "I don't think it's appendicitis, because I don't have any of the normal symptoms." She was working, so I texted someone else and said that if I don't get better, can she go with me to the doctor? Apparently, this was the person to talk to because she'd been through this before. By that, I mean she had taken two people to the hospital for appendicitis in the last couple of years. All the ...
I'm going to tell a story. Well, sort of. I'm going to talk about Fate and what it means to me. In A Room with a View , there is a conversation between George and Mr. Beebe about how the cast of characters keeps coming together. Mr. Beebe insists that it's Italy (and interest therein), but George refuses to accept that and argues that it's fate. In the end, George says "It is fate... but you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy." I've always felt this sort of thing deep down that says "I'm happy. I'm where I'm meant to be right now." Always. I'm the opposite of George in that regard. That's what has made it so hard for me to know if I have found my home. When I say that I felt a sense of "meant to be", I really mean that. I always knew I was in the right place for me, until I didn't. And when I didn't, the stars aligned and sent me to the place I was meant to be. I can trace it back clearly ...