Hey, it's only 9:30 and the kitchen is almost done; the bathroom too! I'm grooving around here to the music on my player, stopping now for a tea break.
I actually have the keys for the new place -- not a foregone conclusion, since closing is still a distant hope, and I'll be renting the place until it closes.
But here's the amazing news. I was over there yesterday and spoke briefly with the selling realtor. I asked, again, Who else is moving in here? Still all women? How old?
He says a couple has now bought one unit. The only name of a buyer he knew was Nancy R. And I said, Oh my gosh, I think I know her. He confirmed her present address, which confirmed my idea.
She's my age, active, recently divorced. I had introduced myself to her and her daughter in the Fremont Branch Library a year ago because she looked newer in town even than I.
When I got home, I called up Nancy, and, sure enough, she's my new upstairs neighbor. We talked about our experience and our plans for the new place. At the end, I said, "You know, this feels like the grace of God to me."
And she said, "I'm so glad you said that. Yes, it feels like it was meant to be."
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