Tonight when i was watching up with her and I missed her call. I called her back right after the movie, fearing she would be gone then. Thank God, she wasn’t gone yet, and we said our goodbyes. We talked and laughed about random stuff like how we spent our free weekends being on the phone with one another back then in the UK. She told me not to panic when I start work, and I wished her every luck in her studies. When we were about to hang up, she said it’s really like going to ‘gok bun chin ching’. That’s when it really hit me.
I went home, and we discussed how we wanted our place to be renovated. She asked me to consider whether or not I want to swap room with her, and then I was upset. I didn’t know why I was upset. Did the hard feelings arise because they wanted me to move out of my own room? Was I offended because they asked? Perhaps. No, not perhaps. I think I did mind.
She asked me to look at her room, and when I stepped in I thought of her. I missed her so badly. I had always missed her. Now I dun think about her everyday, but when I think of her, often I dunno when to stop. She made me very proud.
She called when I was on my way home and talked about her first week of work. Next monday. Next monday would be my first day of work. I looked at the instant mini films I got today. I wanted to record the day before I officially enter the next stage like i documented our mid-autumn festival in 2008.
He told me to take a break. I am so thankful he asked me to. It’s time to grow up, and I want to grow up. I needed this to really grow up. I know it’s not like I won’t see them again, they will still be there for me no matter what. Still, to me, the emotional implication of this action is greater than what it appears to be. Oh well.
She texted me when I was going home and said how sometimes when we dun look at our problems anymore, we will see His faithfulness.
She said it’s up to me whether or not to move to her room. She actually meant it. She also said she wanted to give me all the support in the world so that I won't be nervous about next Monday.
She went to bed. I am listening to worship music playing on his blog. Suddenly I understand why I was upset. I’ve been through a lot in this room…and to move out of my room is like saying goodbye to the old me, the old self. It has been such a difficult year, but He is faithful.
I want His will be done in my life. Saying yes and submitting to his will will lead me to the next stage. He promised to go with me into this. I will trust Him.
I am ready to move on and face my heart...
move on.
I went home, and we discussed how we wanted our place to be renovated. She asked me to consider whether or not I want to swap room with her, and then I was upset. I didn’t know why I was upset. Did the hard feelings arise because they wanted me to move out of my own room? Was I offended because they asked? Perhaps. No, not perhaps. I think I did mind.
She asked me to look at her room, and when I stepped in I thought of her. I missed her so badly. I had always missed her. Now I dun think about her everyday, but when I think of her, often I dunno when to stop. She made me very proud.
She called when I was on my way home and talked about her first week of work. Next monday. Next monday would be my first day of work. I looked at the instant mini films I got today. I wanted to record the day before I officially enter the next stage like i documented our mid-autumn festival in 2008.
He told me to take a break. I am so thankful he asked me to. It’s time to grow up, and I want to grow up. I needed this to really grow up. I know it’s not like I won’t see them again, they will still be there for me no matter what. Still, to me, the emotional implication of this action is greater than what it appears to be. Oh well.
She texted me when I was going home and said how sometimes when we dun look at our problems anymore, we will see His faithfulness.
She said it’s up to me whether or not to move to her room. She actually meant it. She also said she wanted to give me all the support in the world so that I won't be nervous about next Monday.
She went to bed. I am listening to worship music playing on his blog. Suddenly I understand why I was upset. I’ve been through a lot in this room…and to move out of my room is like saying goodbye to the old me, the old self. It has been such a difficult year, but He is faithful.
I want His will be done in my life. Saying yes and submitting to his will will lead me to the next stage. He promised to go with me into this. I will trust Him.
I am ready to move on and face my heart...
move on.
