Where did that come from?

Okay, this is really bizarre. I just came in from having a couple of St. Patrick's Day celebration drinks with friends at the pub. I walk over to my computer to shut it down on the way to bed and pick up a piece of paper from underneath my chair. It's a page from my diary. The page from the first day I moved into my own apartment after college.

I have no idea where it came from.

It was my first place on my own - outside of parents' control. I moved out of my home town to the big city with no job, a horrible economy and just a little savings from working over the summer. I knew I could do it.

It's dated September 15, six months to the day from the anniversary of my new beginning a year ago. Here's what the page of handwriting says:

First day in the apartment. Feels pretty great. I'm absolutely exhausted but I don't want to sleep until stuff is cleaned up. I love my new apartment! But God only knows how I'm going to pay for everything. Oh well, I'll have to make it. Maybe I'll have to sell my body to pay the bills - just kidding. I can't wait for Molly to move in. I just hope she isn't into looking out the windows. Goodnight!

(Molly was my cat and I learned after I signed the lease that the apartments didn't allow pets. Yikes!)

I know it's likely just an odd coincidence this page shows up the same weekend I moved into this place and started my new life. There has to be a little fate thrown in - someone telling me I've done it before and will do it again even better. New beginnings are good. We should all have a few in our lifetimes.

Love to the single girls,
Addison