Numbers

This post inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #44: Numerology

Did you notice the unit number?

Yes, I did.

Well?

…I’m going to let it go.

…and that was that. My husband could exhale.

The 3 digit unit number for our potential new condo added up to 13. A possible deal breaker. Theoretically. Based on past history. I won’t even book plane seats in row 13.

I hold fast to the significance of there being almost exactly 3 months between the birth dates of my husband, my 2 children and myself. And that my birth date involves multiples of the same number. The symmetry of their birth date numbers (all containing an 8) offers a strange comfort…which I have never questioned.

I was the first child of 5, born into a family of 7. Odd numbers. Still pondering that.

When bad things happen, I’m not surprised when the 3rd follows the first 2.

Even – rather than odd – numbers just make more sense. After all, you have 10 fingers. 10 toes. 2 hands. And so on. At least that’s the plan, if you’re born lucky.

Using V.J.’s link, I looked up my life path number. Which turned out to be 7. The personality traits, according to the Numerology theory…are surprisingly (or not so surprisingly…) spot on for the most part. Especially the part about “always looking for the answers….”

When we bought our first home in 1980 and realized the house number matched what had been our first apartment number, I knew it was meant to be. And it was.

However…36 years later…in 2016…I could not make the rest of our lives contingent on such things as…numbers. And, one might say, superstition.

Fortunately the square footage numbers added up to 17.

So far, so good.