A few days ago, I had my dear friend Krista over for brunch. Hospitality in the form of authentic moments makes my heart soar. She is one of those special humans in my life who somehow adds meaning to every moment, and turns avocado toast into an opportunity for depth and soul connection. While chatting about fashion, the Nasty Gal dress I was wearing, and the typical girl stuff, she excitedly let out a question that took me into a whole new realm.
“Can I see your closet?!”
Interesting. I don’t think a girl friend had asked me that since high school. With great surprise but zero hesitation, I said “sure”, and before I knew it, I was proudly opening the grand, old wooden doors of my vintage apartment wardrobe. I was excited and relieved, actually, because I had just reorganized, and had she asked this question a week prior, I would have been embarrassingly scrambling to get it in order.
Just as I slid the doors open to showcase the left side of my closet that housed all of my dresses, I felt time freeze. Emotions were running wild. What was I feeling? Why was I feeling it?
It hit me that JUST one year ago, exactly around this time, I was staring that closet in the face again for the first time in months. During my devastating and heart wrenching separation, I was essentially homeless. The few limited belongings I held dear were living in my car…clothing included.
One small suitcase kept some wrinkled linens, blouses, jeans, dresses. I still remember how emotional I got when after months without a place to call home, without a closet of my own, I glanced into an empty closet filled with hangers and I broke down in sobs. These were the mixed emotion kind of tears…but truly, they were tears of gratitude. Suddenly, a simple closet filled with hangers that I’d normally take for granted became an altar of thanks and worship.
Just one year ago, I took some of those wrinkled articles of clothing from my car and placed them onto the hangers, one by one…knowing that I could now take a breath and rest for a moment. Krista’s simple question reminded me of how grateful I am for the life I have worked so hard to abide in. The blessing it is to have a place to call home. And how thankful I am to have friends like her to proudly share it with.