Thank You, Universe

You know what? I've been getting a lot of good signs from my new home. I mean, as soon as I lay eyes on this place, I knew it was right. I stepped into the living room and I said yes, this is good! We decided to put a deposit down straight away. It was the first place I viewed! At first I felt a bit nervous about making such an impulsive decision. What if I'd been too hasty? I didn't inspect it properly! I only had a quick glance! What if there was something wrong with it? I anxiously waited to get the keys and have a proper look round. I went in and looked around again, this time a little more cautiously. Tom stopped and said, 'look on the back of the door!' There was a big white butterfly shaped coat hook. 'It's a sign!' he smiled. Remember the card I drew, 'Tattered Dreams'? It said that the butterfly would be a sign of hope for the future. Well, seeing that butterfly coat hook was enough of a sign, but more signs kept coming. Tom measured the living room and told me it's exactly the same size as our old one, so we wouldn't have any trouble fitting in the furniture. Oddly enough, our sofa fits exactly between the chimney breast and the wall, as though it were made to measure. And everything else just seemed to slot into place. Off to a good start!

Then I noticed that the toilet seat was broken, it was coming off the hinge. Better buy a new one. You know what type I've always wanted? One of those see-through ones with shells and starfish and beachy stuff inside it. Yeah, I'd love one of those! Anyway, we were looking around the flat, for places to put things, and I suggested putting things on top of the kitchen cabinets. Tom had a look to see what he could fit up there, and he found a box. A really heavy box! You know what was inside? A toilet seat. Not just any old toilet seat. A brand new see-through toilet seat with shells and starfish and beachy stuff inside. We gawped at each other, wandering which one of us planeted it there. Who left this here for us? Now it really feels like fate. This flat was sat here waiting for us, it was our destiny.

Annika

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