sister's new house

Two years ago, my sister moved in to an apartment in the same complex where I live, and we became neighbors. I remember writing this blog post comparing myself to her dark, barren not-yet-lived-in apartment which - unbeknownst to it - my sister had grand plans for.

Now here we are - FALL 2020 - and my sister has bought a house! …with a porch!

The whole process of her looking, finding, buying, and closing this house was REALLY fast. Like, TWO MONTHS fast. I didn’t know what to expect, and had a lot of trepidation about her decision, but on Halloween morning, my mom picked me up and we drove out to Long Island to get a first look at it. From the moment mom and I pulled up, it was magical. This is my sister’s house. It’s perfect.

We toured the main floor, made comments here and there, looked out the windows to the backyard, flipped up cupboards and opened hallway closets…

This is what growing up is, isn’t it? This is how one “adults” I suppose. You buy a house. You get your loved ones to walk through it. You do your best to make it warm and cozy for the family you will start. You accommodate the parents who did their best for you. You share hopes & dreams for it with your sister.

I’m the older sibling and a part of me feels like I should be paving the way for her. In this case, however, she has definitely paved the way for me — showing me how it can be done: this HUGE next step.

Tom and I have talked about it. We too will own a house one day. Not today, like sister, but one day… and I’m just fine with the waiting and trusting, because …

Two years ago, I was like my sister’s apartment – wondering why nothing had materialized here, wondering why other spaces are so full of life while I felt empty and barren and hopeless, really struggling.

Two years ago, I was waiting and trusting that the Universe had grand plans for me that I couldn’t visualize at the time, that God couldn’t stop thinking about me and had designed a stunning & epic adventure waiting to be implemented. I’d like to believe it is going to be SO GOOD, that I am already SO LOVED, and I will feel SO FULL + PURPOSEFUL when He’s done with me.

As I write this today, Tom is (finally) here and our epic adventure is only beginning. We’ll get there. God willing, we’ll get there.