Well, to move is the only way forward. I've since psyched self up into looking at properties online. The next step is to actually view them and find a house in a location that not only fits our bill of needs but also a location that's strategic. This covers:
a) good public transport links
b) facilities and amenities like shops, schools, child care, medical services
c) safe and clean neighbourhood with a sense of community
d) most of all, a nice spacious house with a garden, enough rooms to have a couple children and visiting family, and a kitchen with an island.
We've both decided to put the flat on the market in the near future. With BFL away on a familiarisation tour this would have to wait until he returns. This would hopefully be the longest time we would be apart ... am already praying for his safe return.
Come end of the month, would be our first anniversary. How time flies when we both love being with each other! Mean time, there's his trip next week to face. Am not looking forward being on my own but God be with each of us.
Sunday, 8 September 2013
Tuesday, 3 September 2013
To move or not to move ...
That's been the question that's being weighing on both our mind. The question the dominates most discussions lately. I am not exactly in favour of moving out of the locality. My argument being, location, location, location (nothing can been that when it comes to property). BFL's argument on the other hand is that our flat is not exactly the most suitable if we wanted to start a family. More space is needed. Hence, the need to move out (since prices where we are at the moment has gone from expensive to ridiculously expensive).
Having not thoroughly explored alternatives I find myself digging my heels. Yet another argument of mine is, I've just moved country of residence, I don't want to move just yet (so all's not smiley faces like the picture above)!
And so the stress of having to drag self from this comfort zone to psyching self up to move. More space. A garden. A larger kitchen - with an island, raising a family, a dog ... in other words, much more to look forward to. If only I learn to let go of what I have at the moment and venture into this option with a clear mind.
It's not easy. Letting go of what one has at the moment for the unknown. Better a bird in hand than two in the bush. So the old adage goes. And I suppose I've more or less operated on the same principle. This largely explains why I've stuck with bad options (bad relationships, dead end jobs) for longer than one normally would. You would have thought I learnt my lesson - having been there and done that and come out of that older and I'd like to think, wiser. Yet at the way I am struggling right now about moving is showing that I've not grown any wiser.
All's not lost, however. I did move on eventually ... from bad relationships and dead end jobs. Just not as quickly as one ought to. I suppose I just wanted to know for certain that I had exhausted all options. That there's really no hope after all. I am as reserved and seemingly pessimistic as I am, I am secretly a hopeful optimist.
So, here I am at the moment. Struggling with the question. To move or not to move ... (Noooo!)
Having not thoroughly explored alternatives I find myself digging my heels. Yet another argument of mine is, I've just moved country of residence, I don't want to move just yet (so all's not smiley faces like the picture above)!
And so the stress of having to drag self from this comfort zone to psyching self up to move. More space. A garden. A larger kitchen - with an island, raising a family, a dog ... in other words, much more to look forward to. If only I learn to let go of what I have at the moment and venture into this option with a clear mind.
It's not easy. Letting go of what one has at the moment for the unknown. Better a bird in hand than two in the bush. So the old adage goes. And I suppose I've more or less operated on the same principle. This largely explains why I've stuck with bad options (bad relationships, dead end jobs) for longer than one normally would. You would have thought I learnt my lesson - having been there and done that and come out of that older and I'd like to think, wiser. Yet at the way I am struggling right now about moving is showing that I've not grown any wiser.
All's not lost, however. I did move on eventually ... from bad relationships and dead end jobs. Just not as quickly as one ought to. I suppose I just wanted to know for certain that I had exhausted all options. That there's really no hope after all. I am as reserved and seemingly pessimistic as I am, I am secretly a hopeful optimist.
So, here I am at the moment. Struggling with the question. To move or not to move ... (Noooo!)
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