So we're supposed to trust the Universe, that it unfolds as it should.
Well, Universe, the POD is unloaded (despite the rain);
the quirky drapes are hung in Dan's and my Charlotte townhouse;
the seeds have taken root and sprouted (literally, ya'll);
and I'm leaving my lecturer position at Clemson for a life in Charlotte (and now the Internet knows).
Whatcha got for me, Universe? I hope it's something good!