A Place of Love

This past fall, when I learned I had to move, I didn't know where I would go or where I wanted to be. I seriously considered packing up and moving to St. Louis, but it didn't happen. I like to say it's because of my job and my unwillingness to believe that I would find one as good out there. Honestly? I think my life here in Akron simply isn't over yet.

I had been having dreams of being somewhere, I'd always assumed it was St. Louis, I was in this place, I was standing on a balcony, I could hear music playing, I felt someone come up behind me and put his arms around me. Gently, we swayed to the music. He kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "this is a place of love for you." Never mind who it was, because I'm pretty sure that isn't the important part.

I remember when I first saw this apartment. I didn't look around as well as I wanted to because the guy who was still living here was home at the time, and I didn't really feel comfortable nosing around with his things here. I said I'd take the place because it was an improvement from where I was currently living, it was in a secured building, and it was in a neighborhood I'd always wanted to live in. There you have it. I signed on the non-dotted line, and it was a done deal.

The day I got the keys, I came here immediately afterwards. I came in to do a Pagan cleansing ritual before bringing any of my belongings here. I basically wanted to rid the place of any negative energies and prepare the place for myself. While I was here, I decided to step out on the balcony, and, when I did, I immediately knew I was moving to the right place. I knew this was home. I knew this was my place of love. The view was the same as the dream. All that was missing was the music and the arms.

Most people don't believe in reincarnation, but I do. Standing in that empty apartment, I knew, as well, that I'd been here before. It was a moment of total clarity. I could tell you what I had and where it all had been, and none of it was anything I currently owned. One of my prior incarnations had lived here before. For a while, that confused me. Was this her place of love, was it to be mine, was it ours, or was that former life calling me back here to give me some kind of healing that I was desperately needing?

and here comes the part where I want to rapidly wrap up the ending because I'm tired of writing now, I have a migraine, and I have things to do today. Because of endings I'd rushed in the past, however, I know that I simply can't do that this time, so I'll leave you with this:

To be continued.