You wake up one morning and you’re in a different bed, in a different town, in a different life. This isn’t the life you’d imagined you’d have, but it never is. And it isn’t that this life of yours is bad–it is, in actuality, quite good–it’s just that it is different than the one you’d imagined, is always different than the one you’d imagined.
Attempts at clinging to the past, to the life you thought you’d be living, generally fail. So all that is left to do is to embrace this new and unexpected life, town, bed while remembering that the past was just as new and unexpected in its day, and that the future will continue to defy the expectations you stubbornly continue to have.
Nothing is predictable.