Timing is Everything

Image courtesy of Publish My Love.

I'm a true believer that timing is everything.  

And that everything happens for a reason.  

And that  

everything happens at exactly the right time 

 (perhaps my favourite of the bunch).

I found this and thought, this just about sums it all up.  They say that some people come into your life and you know instantly that they were meant to be there.  I feel that way about so many people I've met during my time away from "home".  I've come to realize that "home" is the place I am, not the place where anyone else is.  It's not the place where I grew up, it's not the place I spent a little lifetime with the Ghost, it's not the place where those I love fill a whole house so easily that it's brimming with love.  

It's where I am.  I'm like Pappa: that rolling stone with a hat.

It's really quite remarkable that when I look back at the places I've called home and the people that shared those places with me, that I recall so much love.  It's that kind of connection; an almost insta-connection, that has brought me to the realization that perhaps I don't have issues trusting people.  I trusted you and you and you (not one person...ten, perhaps twenty people) with my life story, my most tumultuous life events, my transcripts, my bank statements, editing my work, my prized possessions, my heart, my time, my everything.  When I sit back and recognize that all of you have helped me to become who I am today, I feel an overwhelming surge of joy.  When I recall how I met you, how we keep in touch, if we've fought, those one-liners we shared that I remember with clarity at the most inopportune times, that reminds me of just how lucky I am to have shared my life with so many amazing people.  I make a list sometimes of just how many humans have impacted me in a meaningful way.

The school year is wrapping up.  As many prepare to go and leave our little, Jolly Olde community, as the Old Canadians did last year (insert sob here), I can't help but think about who will be a part of my life come September.  A year is really such a blip in the radar...who knows what the next twelve months will hold for me and my extended network of amazing friends.