Changes…in Places.

Today…was an adventure.

I don’t think you guys know this, but soon, the lease I have with my current apartment will be ending, so I need a new place to live. I’m trying to live with one of my best friends from college, who is already looking for places so she can move in as soon as possible. So today, she said she found a place that looked perfect – she said it looked like something she’d always envisioned living in with a really good friend. After seeing the pictures and hearing the price, I was excited to check it out.

After work, we hopped in her car, and drove towards the house. But while we were in traffic, my friend got a text from the house-viewing contact, saying that the property was sold. I can’t even express the frustration my friend had; she’s been hopping from house to house for a minute, and is just looking for some stability. But right after the text about the property being sold, the contact texted her again, saying there was another place available, and he sent us the address. So, we began making our way there, even though it was in an area we didn’t want to rent in. More and more, my friend and I were getting frustrated at this guy for stringing us along, telling us to go from this place to that.

We finally started driving a good fifteen to twenty minutes out, ready to see any house at that point, and hoping we’d meet this guy who’d been telling us to go from one place to another. But when we finally reached our destination, no one was there. The house looked pretty nice from the outside, and there was a note posted on the front door.

My friend walked up to the door to read the sign, and try to put in the combination (0000) into the door lock. But of course, the combination didn’t work. So, my friend decides to call the property company number that’s on the sign, and we find out that the number she’s been texting is not at all associated with that management company.

And while my friend was on the phone, a Lyft van drives up and parks right behind our car, and I honestly start to panic a little after no one exits it for a few minutes.

Despite the disappointment of being scammed on a house, we were able to setup a viewing of an apartment tomorrow, and that at least made me feel more at ease about today’s crazy misadventure.

But maybe it wasn’t a misadventure at all. Who knows, maybe the apartment we got a viewing for tomorrow will be the one, and maybe it won’t.

As we drove back towards home to the sound of MAX’s “Lights Down Low,” we passed by all the different landmarks of our journey of life in Chattanooga so far – the pink building with green === that Caylin used to live in. The Camphouse, a coffee house we would frequent regularly in the winter time to work on our music and writing. The public library, where I would got every Saturday morning to edit videos for the vlog I was never able to really shape. Good ole City Cafe, one of the best places open 24-hours a day that provides good, greasy food, and giant delicious cakes. And finally, the Convention Center, where we graduated from college almost two years ago.

“Cause, baby, we’re just reckless kids
Trying to find an island in the flood.”

Even though that line in the song is meant in a different way, it fit perfectly with the current situation – just two girls trying to find some sort of stability within a crazy time of life. Things are changing – the summer season is starting to set. Our job is beginning its own transition. Our living situation is unforeseeable. Seeing all of those landmarks caused me to feel such a major nostalgia, and I wondered where our next landmark would be.

Our small detour today was inconvenient, for sure. And even though I can be more positive because I still have a solid place to live for one more month, I do have faith that God is going to provide something. I don’t know what it is, where it is, or what it looks like. But I know it’s going to be exactly what we need.

#MishyWrites 🦋✨

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