A month on ..

And we've moved closer towards moving.  We've been hunting for places to go to.  Found a place we both thought we'd like to come home to and raise a family.  It's not the perfect of places, but the best given the circumstances.  Prices are high.  It's a sellers market with not much to buy.  We've made a offer and fingers crossed ... we will see ...

I would be so sad to leave this cosy little flat of ours ... but needs must.  Often times moving onwards means letting go of what you know best and relying on God's grace and mercy to see you through.  And that's what we've both been praying since we broached the subject of moving.  It has not been easy.  I had always harbored hopes that we may get the bottom flat and still live on the same road ... but I suppose God knows better.  His ways higher than ours ...

I have to say, it's taken us nearly a year to galvanize efforts towards where we are today.  We knew we would have to face having to move eventually but both didn't quite want to face it yet.  Interestingly enough it was BFL who had lived here 28 years to take the lead - with yours truly dawdling reluctantly from behind.  My complaint had always been 'I've just moved from my country of origins ... I particularly don't want to move house!'

This is perhaps not the last of our moves - but a move that would remain for a while yet.  A nearly forever home - where I can sink roots and make the place ours.  A house to start a family and raise children in ...

Then on the work front, things have become much more pleasant.  The prima donna has now preoccupied with her new role and no longer bosses us about nor feigns self importance.  I have submitted an application within the organisation for a better paying job.  If she can do it, so can I ... and better too (since am more qualified and experienced).

So fingers crossed.  And our hopes are with God.  He that plans to bless us and prospers us.

On not so up a side, the stalker has written again - hoping by the carrots he dangles, he would eventually 'bait the fish'.  While I can't help but praise God at how he's delivered me from living a charmless hopeless life, I am also mindful to pray for protection when BFL and I visit the parents.  My home town as much as I love has become a place where people sell their souls cheap.  He may have spies about and I have prayed that although they see they cannot find. That God's covering and protection will always be with us.  That inspite of all the people that harbor ill intents,  He will still make a way for us and bless our time with family and good friends.