I am one lucky girl.
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Right now, I am sitting on a beautiful wrought iron antique bed. The bed sits on the second floor of a house that was built right around 1900 (probably earlier), and beneath me lies the shop I will be running until the middle of September. It’s an enchanted little home and I get to live here for the next few months.
As I sit in my beautiful bed, my heart is over-flowing with gratitude as I look straight ahead to see my Welcome Home Currie sign which was gifted to me when I first arrived in the land far far away called Minnesota.
I really am a very lucky girl.
I am positively so very aware of everything good in my world in this very moment that I can’t help but notice the gentle lull of my calm breath as I sit here listening to uplifting music and feel giddy that my biggest choice of the day is in this moment: trying to decide between two exceedingly funny books to read as I fall asleep. One of them is a David Sedaris book which I am very deep into, OR begin the book which was a gift that my newest friend surprised me with today. Hmmmm. Choices, choices…
Don’t get me wrong, when I arrived into the newest adventure of my journey, I spent days working VERY VERY HARD… and I’ve had to make choices and be aware…. and in just a few short days, a heavy workload will begin again..
But, now… right now, everything is just so perfectly slow… and I like it. 
My biggest adventures the past few days have been taking a long walk with my seven-year old buddy, picking wildflowers with her and then trying to identify our findings on the internet, and of course topping off our adventure with a stop at the candy store to pick up the fudge she talks about almost everyday, “If you don’t try this fudge before you go, you’d be crazy.”
Yep, she and I have our daily fun, whether it be a long walk, cleaning the bathroom, or making art, I seem to have acquired a lovely little assistant, shadow and really the coolest buddy I’ve had in quite some time. She is an eclectic mixture of eery insightfulness, childish naivety and a nice dry wit that makes me laugh and seriously keeps me on my toes.
Yes, I really am one lucky girl.
I’ve been accepted into another family quite easily, and I find myself thinking, “Wow… just WOW. I am so glad I followed my heart and trusted my instincts.. this journey/adventure is truly amazing and I never would have met these wonderful people had I never decided to gather courage and follow the song which plays so beautifully in my heart.
Each and every night, I am fed dinner and we usually top off the evening laughing with a house full of girls (a mom, a teenager and her BFF and my seven-year old buddy). So far, we have experimented with reading Tarot cards, we’ve watched girly movies and eaten ice cream while enveloped in good vibes and cheer.
Every night before I go to bed, At least one of the girls walks across the street with me to my “home” (to the somewhat creepy energy in a 100-year-old house on a dark street) by the light of their cell-phones, all the way up to my room until I can light all of my candles so I can see. And then I listen to them run out of the house (away from the “ghosts”), giggling. I think it’s sweet of them to walk me home each night, and it’s really fun to listen to and get involved with the giggles.
It’s all rather simple, really… and I like it.
You know, when I first arrived to town, the house I am staying at had no water or electricity until yesterday. So, whether this family wanted me or not, I had to go to their house regularly for a shower and something to do. I am so glad that it worked out like that, because I had no choice but to leave my comfort zone of solitude and open myself up to another lovely family which has created a few heart-warming bonds that make my day-to-day life truly wonderful.
Yes, life is good.
Currie, where in the world are you? Are you in Bend somewhere? Did I miss a chapter?