What would you do if you were in my shoes?

I consider myself a tidy and neat person. I don't know if it's good or bad, because most of the time it helps me a lot, but right now it's acting conversely. Let me start with my room: The books are usually tidy in the bookcase, my shoes are always clean, my clothes are ironed in advance when I want to go somewhere and each hung on a separate hanger, I always use my own bathroom, my own shampoo, and my own everything. I'm rather fussy about my personal belongings. But now that we're moving places, we've put all our things in boxes; therefore, I don't know where exactly my things are. We've piled the boxes in a temporary apartment until we find a suitable permanent one and that's why for every single thing I need to go quite a long way from my Grandmother's house--which we're presently staying at--to pick that thing up. I feel like I'm in the middle of nowhere; I mean I had so many plans for the summer, but I can't rest assured until I have my belongings tidied in a safe place so that they can't be harmed.
This election is becoming a hassle too. If it wasn't for the unstable situation, we wouldn't have to move twice.

7.4.87

Today is the 7^th of Tir—which I consider a lucky day—and I’ve just finished reading the book Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I know you may have read it many years ago; I myself came across this book about 8 years ago, too, but I don’t know why I didn’t read it. Everybody talked about it those days and the writer had so many fans in Iran that he decided to visit Iran. He met his fans in the “Book City” of Niavaran. I went there with one of my friends—one of my classmates in the second grade of high school—and it was ridiculous, because I hadn’t even read one of his books. It was one of those events that everyone was excited about at school. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t in the picture at all.

Before I go any further about my findings, I’d like to tell you that I wanted to bring up this topic a long time ago; actually I wanted to write about this as my first blog post in the internet and that’s why I have named my blog “Karma.” However, each time I made up my mind and wrote a few lines of draft, when I reread what I had written, it sounded stupid to me and I thought no one would believe it; therefore, I postponed it to some other time and that some other time is now.

Some of you might think I’m superstitious, some might think I’m delusional, but it’s true; whatever I say has truly happened to me. The number “7” keeps occurring to me. I was beginning to doubt my judgment when I read the mentioned book and this was another sign. I see this number then I somehow know what I think of or what I have on my mind is right. At first I thought this was an accident but then the message became so obvious and clear that I couldn’t ignore. For instance, when something was wrong and I was unable to think properly and wondered what would happen, I suddenly saw number 7 as the number of an apartment meaning everything would be alright. I doubted it, but then quite immediately I saw 77 as the number of another house. Again I doubted it and thought to myself it was a coincidence, and then I saw a car with the number 77 ب 777. I was shocked to the point that I had goose bumps. Aside from number 7, other things happen to me, too. I think of something and I turn on the TV and see people talking about the very same thing I’ve been thinking about. I wish someone would say something and that person says the thing I have on my mind. Luck has been on my side ever since the signs started.