The House I’m Meant to Live In
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I’d been in the city for a whole day, most of it spent in phone booths calling adverts from the local paper. I was due back at college in less than two weeks and still didn’t have a place to live.
As the light was fading and my change ran out, I wasn’t sure what to do; I only knew that I wanted to go back to my mum’s and give up on this unsuccessful day. There was an argument raging within me though - I couldn’t give up and go back, I still had to find somewhere to live for the next year, but I felt so tired and wondered how much longer I would spend on this futile exercise.
I decided to walk through the town centre, the long way back to the train station, to give myself a bit of extra thinking time.
I had been walking for about twenty minutes and had definitely decided that enough was enough; I’d come back in a few days and try again. Just as I rounded the corner, I spotted someone from college and waved at her.
She asked me what I was doing and when I explained about my fruitless search for somewhere to live she said, "This is really odd, but give me your phone number."I did, without hesitation. "I don’t know why,"she continued, "But I got off the bus a stop early, maybe I was meant to bump into you. I know someone who might have a room, I can’t promise anything."Wow!
A week later I alighted my train to find a man standing with a big plastic flower in his lapel, just as he said he would be. His house was covered in Alice In Wonderland murals and I loved it straight away. I moved in the day before I started back at college.