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Fate knocks on Kiki's door: ‘My heart is in my throat, this is our dream house!’

By Kiki Duren | #!30Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200+02:001530#30Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200+02:00-8Europe/Amsterdam3030Europe/Amsterdam202430 03am30am-30Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200+02:008Europe/Amsterdam3030Europe/Amsterdam2024302024Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200158154amWednesday=9#!30Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200+02:00Europe/Amsterdam4#04-03-2024#!30Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200+02:001530#/30Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200+02:00-8Europe/Amsterdam3030Europe/Amsterdam202430#!30Wed, 03 Apr 2024 08:15:15 +0200+02:00Europe/Amsterdam4#

Yes sorry, that cliffhanger from yesterday really couldn't be. Read part 1 here if you missed that. Today part 2 of this whole I-can't-quite-grasp-it story…

I'm cuddling in bed with Monza, our cat, when my eye suddenly falls on the time: 11:11. Around this time, I always send my girlfriend a message. I grab my phone and open WhatsApp.

I can't believe what I'm reading.

Tears spring to my eyes.

“Hello Kiki, how are you? Have you found a house yet? We briefly discussed the sale of our home and your proposal regarding it. We are asking you if you are still open to this?”

Oh. My. God.

OH. MY. GOD!!!

Spontaneously crying.

THIS IS THE SIGN!!!!

I stare in disbelief at the message from the owners of our DREAM HOUSE. Let's rewind: we viewed this house months ago. We fell in love with it immediately and so we went to see it a second time. Butterflies in the stomach, but: it was above our budget. With a little pain in our hearts, we left again. What good vibes were hanging around this place.

My boyfriend has always said that he wouldn't just forget about the house. He was so convinced of ‘possible opportunities’ that I even found it a bit special. It was above our budget, right? Are we suddenly going to win the lottery, darling? The months flew by and I had already moved on in the house search, but nothing came close to the house with the good vibes.

With an increased heart rate, we stare at my phone together. “Should I just call them?” I ask him. His eyes are in the mode of a boy who has just received the biggest gift of his life. I clear my throat and dial the number. Deep down, I feel that this is a chance from heaven. Everything is going so smoothly that I can hardly believe it. I have to keep swallowing if I want to avoid bursting into tears during this phone call.

On the same day, we buy our dream house. Un. Be. Lie. Vable. Everything has been totally reshaped by this crucial phone call. Nine months of waiting is over in one fell swoop and the gates to a new future are opened.

Our dream house is located in the beautiful Llíber, a cute little village in the province of Alicante, where time seems to have stood still. It has a beautiful garden where so much love has been put in. It is photogenic, zen, and peaceful. A place to dream away. In a nature reserve where no further building is allowed. I could so organize a retreat at home And the owners are Dutch too. Contract negotiations in our mother tongue. It's as if it was all meant to be. If something is truly meant to be, the impossible suddenly becomes possible.

You understand: I am floating on a cloud all day. THANK YOU UNIVERSE. This is the house for which we left everything behind and emigrated to Spain. This is the house where we see a family for ourselves. This is it.

Our prayers have literally been answered. And all of this was seen at 11:11. An angel number. If you're a bit into numerology, you know enough. You can really learn to manifest.