At the beginning of the year, I found out I had to move. I had lived in Iluka for six years and felt incredibly lucky to have called it home for so long. But with new owners and rising rent, things suddenly became stressful, especially living on one income. I had already looked at five properties, but each one was being snapped up so quickly.
Then I went south of Perth to view an apartment. The moment I arrived, I fell in love with the area. There was something about it that felt right — almost as though I belonged there. But the price made it seem impossible. With the fear that rents would continue to rise and that I could potentially end up homeless, I decided I had nothing to lose and submitted an application on the Sunday.
I continued searching.
I had also seen an apartment advertised in Ascot. It was within my price range, and I thought it could be a nice option. That viewing was booked for Tuesday afternoon.
Then, on Tuesday morning, I had a dream. It was similar to the dream I had previously experienced involving Brad and the Polaroid photograph. But this time, I saw white pages or documents. I couldn’t make out the title, but I clearly heard a voice say just two words:
“Tuesday, Accepted.”
When I woke up, the dream stayed with me.
As I drove to work that morning, I remembered those words and wondered what they could mean. Was it the Ascot apartment? Or could it somehow be the apartment south of Perth? That seemed almost impossible. I had only submitted the application two nights earlier.
I wondered whether the dream was simply a dream, or whether somehow the universe was trying to tell me something, so I waited.
At 1430 I received a message saying that my application for the apartment south of Perth had been unsuccessful. I was disappointed, but I reminded myself that perhaps everything happens for a reason. Then, at 1600 I arrived at the Ascot apartment. There were already many people there to view it. The road was extremely busy, and the whole area felt very different from the peaceful feeling I had experienced south of Perth.
While I was waiting to view the apartment, something unexpected happened. I received another message. The South Perth application had been approved. I was stunned. I had already been told it was unsuccessful.
I even met someone at the Ascot viewing who had also been interested in the South Perth apartment. I told him that my application had failed. Then, almost unbelievably, another message came through confirming that South Perth apartment has been approved.
At first, I assumed there must have been a mistake. I continued through the Ascot apartment, but it wasn’t what I had expected. I knew almost immediately that it wasn’t the place for me.
As I sat back in my car, more texts and emails began arriving confirming the South Perth approval and all I could think about were those two words from my dream that morning:
“Tuesday, Accepted.”
Suddenly, the whole sequence of events felt extraordinary. From the moment I learned I had to leave Iluka, I had felt that something significant was changing in my life. I had been drawn to this particular area for a reason, even though I couldn’t explain why.
And somehow, despite the uncertainty, the disappointment, the rejected application and the confusion, everything had turned around on that Tuesday.
My lease was broken, and thankfully, the new owners understood my circumstances and were happy to release me early. I couldn’t have been more grateful. I had no idea then just how significant this move was going to become.
It was only about two weeks later that something else happened — something phenomenal that completely caught my attention. I was walking when I noticed something unusually bright in the sky [Click to Read the Story].
