The Ordinary

"Destiny is usually just around the corner." 

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón 

I'm meant for old brick buildings. I'm meant for ancient, enormous classrooms with that comforting smell of books and pencil shavings. I'm meant for old houses with whistling tea kettles and rooms dedicated just to writing. I'm meant for reading selections of my newly-published poetry book. I'm meant for rain. I'm meant for driving fast, for danger. I'm meant for living in big cities and vacationing in small towns.

I'm meant for England. I'm meant for Seattle. I'm meant for the sea. I'm meant for extraordinary things.

But sometimes I forget I'm meant for the ordinary, too.

There are colored alphabet magnets on my refrigerator door. There is too little space in our apartment and too many tasks on the to-do list. There is still homework that needs doing, laundry that needs washing, closets that need organizing. There are jobs and obligations and there are days I want to run away from all of it.

But there is the local orchard with apples dangling, just tempting Millie and I to visit. There is a downtown with brick streets and pretty cocktails, and it waits for the next date night Sky and I have. There are the nights of softly creeping into Millie's room with Sky, just to see how beautiful she is when she's asleep. And there is me- a girl a couple weeks shy of another birthday- a girl that isn't there yet, wherever there actually is, but is growing and knowing she'll get there eventually.

It's hard to reconcile that this ordinary was everything I always wanted when I always wanted so much more, too. But the truth is that, could I only have a handful of things, I would ask for the very handful I am blessed with at this moment.