but it happened. despite the emotional breakdowns with my mortgage broker (who i didn't even know), my realtor, my realtor's sister, my banker...and pretty much anyone else who crossed my path in that time...it happened.
God absolutely and undoubtedly blessed me in that mess.
in the 5 years i've lived here, i've had 7 short-term roommates. it moves me deeply to be able to provide a place to stay for someone - whether it's between homes before getting married, while visiting from another country, home-hopping while trying to figure out what comes next in life...the reasons have been as varied as the durations.
this week i've welcomed the 8th.
and the blessings continue.