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Time for a Change

Last May, I moved into my current one bedroom apartment unsure and with a heavy heart. I wondered if I would be okay living on my own. I wondered if I could manage moving house for the first time here in London. I wondered if staying on a ground floor apartment was safe. I wondered if I would get to know friends around my neighbourhood.

Now it's exactly one year on and wow, how things have changed! I LOVE living on my own, it's one of the most liberating things ever. Freedom takes on a new meaning (still remember Sabrina telling me it's great to come back to your house at night the way you left it in the morning - it's so true!) Ground floor flat was okay too, altho I have not utilised my garden much. And friends. Oh man, God has sent incredible friends into my life. I am still amazed at how I met Sarah and how we hit it off the first time we met on the second weekend after moving in, to find out she's actually staying the next block from me. (20 seconds away literally) And from then on, Hillsong friends have been coming into my life. Truly thankful for each and every one.

With this note, I think it's time for a change in my life now. Just when I'm settled into my "Canada Water comfort zone", M approached me some months back if I would be interested to take over the empty master bedroom in her double storey apartment near Greenwich. It was really strange coz as much as I love my place, I just felt I had to say yes. Maybe God knows it's time for me to have a flatmate again?

This past 2 years of trusting God has been incredible and I know He has great plans in store for me. I realise that each year's agenda seems to be different for me.

First year here was the travel-like-crazy together with Cynthia. Only attended church on the few weekends I was in London. Hanged out with Cynthia's group of Singaporean friends, a lovely bunch of people.
Second year here, I was alone and seeing friends from home leave one by one, I knew somehow I had to get out there to know people even though there were times I didn't feel like it. (Hibernation isn't so bad, is it?) And I have no more energy to travel like before. I feel more settled in London and am happy just to spend weekends in London and meeting up with friends.
Now that I am embarking on my 3rd year here, I feel that I've grown SO much (it's scary) and have decided to take another step in my involvement in church. Perhaps it's time to sow back into God's kingdom after all that He's blessed me with. :) And all these have come in bite sized pieces, one step at a time. My heavenly daddy sure knows how much I can handle at one time. (ie not much!)
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