the invitation.
I paused at the last wooden porch step, looking ahead to the painted door with a welcoming fall wreath upon it. I hesitated. Is this the right place?
I had received a last minute invitation two days ago by a friend for an evening promising "adventure" with no other details available. I hadn't seen her in a while but trusted her quite a bit, so even as she wouldn't be in attendance, I decided to confirm my attendance. That invitation is what brought me to my current situation, looking down at my shoes with hand poised to knock on the door.
I had spent quite the last few months indoors making my own home cozy and welcoming for others. A love for hosting paired with my first home meant home project evenings intermingled with the laughter of friends around the dinner table, as well as a mountain of children's books for Tia Stacy babysitting time. Adventuring outside my home had not been top priority in quite a while, which added to the curiosity of what lie ahead tonight. I thought back to my last adventure in the spring, that promised exciting details but led to stressful perseverance and an overall sense of uneasiness.
I frowned.
Past adventures are no indication of what tonight's adventure can entail, I thought. I need to stay in the present and give it a chance, who knows, maybe it'll be the best thing yet?
And with that, I reached out and knocked on the door. The door swung open as a Southern accent greeted me, "Welcome, do come on in." And with one more look around the porch, I stepped through the doorway and the adventure began.
