They say everything has its place. That when something or someone figures out its place, everything else just begins to come together. For instance, placing furniture and accessories in a certain order in a room could change the entire energy flow of your world. Or like how when you're placed at a tiny table having lunch with good company can change your entire perspective.

This past week my aunt made a visit from Wisconsin. It was one of those perfectly planned days where everything just happened on its own with uninterrupted conversation, shopping, topped off with a late lunch a favorite restaurant of mine tucked on a quieter street downtown.

My aunt is someone I admire. She knows what she wants and she's worked hard to get it. She also isn't afraid to ask... anything.

"So, are you seeing anyone new?" She asks while sipping her water glass and smiling from a across the table. The restaurant is dim and a light ambient music is playing through the high-ceiling room.

"Nope! No one. I've been too busy with, you know, other stuff..." I say closing my menu and folding my cloth napkin across my lap. Our table was tucked in a quiet corner. It felt like we had the whole restaurant to ourselves. It felt like we were put there just to have this conversation.

"No? Well... are you busy because you are trying to distract yourself... or...?" She says crossing her arms in front of her and giving that look she is so good at giving someone when she's trying to get the real answer.

"No... I'm just not there yet. I finally get it. I'm not ready yet. So many people jump into being with other people before they are really there... you know, in that "place".

"Place?"

"Yeah. You know, no one is ever perfect when they get in to a relationship, but there are things we have to organize in ourselves before we place someone else in that space. Things need to be in the right place so everything can just flow better. You know? Like Feng Shui. "

My aunt smiles, nods and says: "That might be one of the most maturest things I've ever heard a twenty-six year old say. How did you figure that out?"

As our crab cakes arrive to our small table, the waiter removes things we don't need at that moment to make room for the hot plate. He takes the menus that we don't need anymore because we were done with them. He then takes the extra flatware that was unnecessary for just the two of us. Then he removes the wine list that wasn't any use to us leaving our table airy, organized, and... comfortable.

That's the funny thing about life. Sometimes answers about your place are right in front of your face.