A new adventure

So I am departing tomorrow morning, at some ridiculously early hour, on my next adventure. This time I'm going to Chicago. I don't quite know what to expect but I know that it will be adventure and things won't go all as planned but I think that's okay.
I will be arriving in a little town outside Chicago called Champaign late tomorrow night and my landlord emailed to say he will pick me up at the train station and will be wearing a green fleece. In my mind I can picture the train station and it will be freezing cold and dark and there will be a stranger in a green fleece and I will be brave and head off to my new house and i'll be tired when I get there and longing for a cup of tea but I won't have any milk, so I'll just unpack and sink exhausted into my bed and hope that the next morning everything will look better.
Things always do look better in the morning, that is something I've learned. And no matter what, things will work out okay. One of my brothers says that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I always add that the third outcome is being alive but a quadraplegic.
I try not to get my hopes up when I depart on a new adventure, just taking it one step at a time, because I don't want to be disappointed. Something I've learned in the last year is that I've often been disappointed, but that is because my hope is in the wrong place. Hope in things working out is sure to disappoint. Hope in God yields the opposite, and what is that? It is appointment. When we open ourselves to God and choose to throw ourselves on his mercy and TRUST in him and HOPE in him, he in turn is free to 'appoint' and 'anoint' us, and by that I mean that he leads us into the divine calling he has for our lives. It is not boring and it is not disenchanting, but it can be painful and difficult.
I am looking forward to the appointments that God has for me in the next couple of months. For sure they will be unexpected. And for sure there will be excitement thrown in there too.