I found the perfect apartment: cheap, quiet, near work. Signed the lease, packed boxes, told everyone I was moving out. The day before move-in, the landlord called—mistake, they gave it to someone else. Furious and embarrassed, I unpacked everything.
A week later, I learned the apartment flooded. Plumbing disaster ruined floors, furniture, walls. What felt like a curse became a blessing.
Back in my old space, disappointment lingered—half-packed mugs, stacked boxes. Slowly, calm replaced frustration. I learned to trust closed doors.
Soon, I found a sunlit studio near a park. Not the cheapest, but it felt right. The move went smoothly. First morning in the new place, light poured in, and I smiled. The setback had led me somewhere better. Sometimes the universe doesn’t say “no”—it says, “Wait, I have something perfect.” Life isn’t just moving forward, but moving at the right time.
