It is officially my last night here in Casa Mila, and for some reason, I don’t feel like sleeping.
As thoughts and emotions take hold of me, I spent my night reflecting the days of my youth and childhood, where I spent, growing up in this home.
I have to admit, that I was not too keen on moving. This house holds much history and important life milestones; It is a place where I learnt so much about life as a whole, while sharing my closest friends who are also my neighbours. It is a friendly neighbourhood, something that is very rare in the urban jungle.
Who wouldn’t want such privilege?
What’s more, is the thought that I would have to eventually leave my current church, the family in Christ I grew up with. A place where I found Christ 7 years ago. Many years have passed - we shared a great deal of tears and joy, good and bad moments, but more importantly, the love of God present in this extended family will never be replaceable.
Someone once told me, that I should welcome transition as a friend, because the only thing that is constant in this world is change.
God knows how much of transition I have been in the past 6 months myself. yet, I’ve never learnt my lesson.
Perhaps, I was being to comfortable in my zone, that God had to shake me up. Such nostalgia I leave with this home will also allow me to settle the past wounds which I never dared to look at. But we all need to clean out our closet someday.
When such drastic transition happen - albeit, from studying to working, and back to studying, change of status, friends, and house, we soon realise that we have no control of our own lives. It serves as a great reminder for us, that God is in control.
Maybe moving is not a bad thing after all.
I have a bigger room.
Mom did wonderful in designing the house.
I am getting a new keyboard - soon.
I’m sure God will give me new acquaintances.
but what if,
none if this will happen?
would the travel time to work double as I crawl through the jam at the North-South and Federal Highway?
What if I lose contact with the pan mee gang and we just stop talking?
How else my life would change and will I like it?
Perhaps transitions like this will force me to make certain closures, which are necessary to move on.
Or sometimes God just wants to show us the different side of him, in a different place. How else can we go deeper, if we are too comfortable in our own zone?
So I guess I am ready to lie down, and close my eyes.
And I pray, ” Dear God, let Your will be done, regardless. Cos You are my shepherd, and You know what is best.”
Casa Mila at sunset.
micasa, sucasa :)
The Pan Mee Boys
The girls. Haha. Gosh I love you.
This has got to be the best picture of the year :)