We all have those moments.
Where we see something that we think we’ve already seen before.
We hear words that sound exactly like they did once before, when we heard them the first time.
I remember one time I had deja vu so bad, that I honesty believed that I had dreamt the situation before. No one could convince me that it hadn’t happened at some point.
Today I took the time to put my stuff away in my new home.
I filled my dresser and made my bed while I listened to The Classic Crime on my record player.
Somehow everything found it’s place. Everything seemed to fit perfectly into this tiny little space that was going to be my new home.
I looked over at my records stacked against my bed and it happened. Deja Vu. I sat there wondering where I had seen it all before and then I stopped.
It hadn’t happened before. I knew that. I know that.
But for some reason, as I put my last book in it’s place the deja vu gave me this weird feeling.
I stared down at my stack of records and this overwhelming feeling of peace came over me.
Almost as if I was finally where I was supposed to be.
I have found myself in this place where I am challenged. I am pushed further and further outside of my comfort zone everyday.
And you know what, I kind of love it.
I love the people. I love this place. I love the new adventures. And I love the future here.
The future that will consist of God pulling apart my life and putting it back together with only the important stuff.
The things that I’ve limited myself in, I will excel in.
The things I’ve told myself I’ve hated for so long will now be the things that intrigue me.
I sit here staring at my new home, with the amazing feeling that finally the things I’ve dreamed of before are coming into reality.
So maybe I haven’t seen this all before and it actually was deja vu.
But I know without a shadow of a doubt that I am in the right place.