In which my whole life changes

I was never prone to saying Things happen for a reason, or It was meant to be, or bandying about words like fate and serendipity. I've always been a firm believer that you make your own luck, that good things happen because you work for them, etc., etc., blah blah blah.

But everything changed 2 weeks ago, in one instant, and all those words I never used to say are flying out of my mouth with truly alarming frequency.

See, 2 weeks ago CameraMan got an email. An email with a job offer. An offer in my favorite city in the world, the city that took my breath away and healed my broken heart so that I could give it whole to CM. Vienna. So we're going. Of course we're going. We have 6 months to brush up our German, file our paperwork, and purge our belongings, with plenty of time thrown in for jumping up and down screaming about our good fortune.

It feels like capital-F Fate, I'll just say it. After months of debating what our next step was, after I had all but given up on the dream of living in Europe because the dream of living with CM was even more exciting, after we had worked through some tough relationship stuff and found our peace and confidence—this opportunity came at exactly the right time, right when we were ready and open and looking for a sign.

Clearly, it was meant to be.

CameraMan's (less sappy) take is here.