There’s something interesting about parking spots, you know, parking in department stores or even at a newly opened restaurant without a valet. As I was doing my last minute shopping before my move to Singapore, I realized that it took me half if not the same time as my intended shopping time to get a parking spot.
Driving in a circle with other cars who are also looking for the same thing, parking spot, I felt like I was waiting for the right time, right car, right spot. I was about to bang my head to my own steering wheel when one nice little car pulled out of a parking spot, a perfect parking spot, the perfect parking spot. I couldn’t help but to relate it to life and it’s tie with timing. Right place, right time, and the right person who would come right along just when you thought you’d never find them. That makes all the wait worth waiting for …
