It’s a miracle the washer still runs. Hanging clothes to dry is much easier than finding an alternate way to wash them. 
It’s a miracle that our landlords are fixing all the problems with the building and the order to vacate has been rescinded, and we don’t have to move. 
It’s a miracle that I have found such good friends that it physically hurts to think of not being in the same city as them anymore. And it’s miraculous that I know we’ll still be friends, despite the distance.
It’s a miracle that I have had enough to make it an ENTIRE YEAR without a “real job.” And it’s a miracle that I know it’s gonna be ok. 
It’s a miracle that I have people in my life who will ask what miracle I’m looking for, and who encourage me to ask for it. Thanks for caring so much for me.