Friday, February 09, 2007
journey
I have moved=) It's a really lovely place and call me heartless but I don't miss my old place at all... in fact it's as if i didn't move when actually that old place harboured most of my memories for the last 13 years.
As I was packing my stuff for the move...man I felt like a voyeur peeking into my own life all over again.
The many journal entries that echoed my hopes dreams aspirations, that reminded me of my dark moments and private hells. The frequent childishness of the entries sometimes do make me laugh and feel as if I have finally grown up. 20 years of life has made a wise sage. But yeah right... I think you can never know enough, unless it's God given wisdom=)
The many letters, little notes and special tokens from friends and the lovely people you meet in life... the photos that remind you of the days when you were sooo..."uncool". The MG girls, the Ac people...choir tour and crazy classmates. The silly polka-dotted box from ikea that the choir "men" crafted up...that still has a hint of indescribable fragrant(literally, I'm not kidding..smells nice=).
Oh man..I could go on forever, looking at what I have cooked up or rather cooped up these 13 years. Is it really 13 years in that old house? Wow...ok. Since my P1 days..
Yup revisiting my past was quite the experience, I didn't feel like it was dejavu at all, I found everything still new and interesting despite having been through it before. It's nice to know that really I haven't changed too much...I still go through the same thought processes at times...still have the same people who light up my life, still hope for the same things, still strive for the same things, maybe more conscious of the hurt and darkness...but don't think I have really morphed into a cynic.
I know it sounds rather silly to end like this, but believe me as I packed my room and flipped through those old diary entries addressed to God, I realised, I may have changed in many minute ways but He hasn't changed at all. He still hears me when I call, He still wants the best for me...
and gosh if he has been with me for more than the 13 years that old house and memories can account for...He will stick with me until the end. Truly as I reflected in that room of mine...what a great God we serve=)
Wonder where He will take me next..
As I was packing my stuff for the move...man I felt like a voyeur peeking into my own life all over again.
The many journal entries that echoed my hopes dreams aspirations, that reminded me of my dark moments and private hells. The frequent childishness of the entries sometimes do make me laugh and feel as if I have finally grown up. 20 years of life has made a wise sage. But yeah right... I think you can never know enough, unless it's God given wisdom=)
The many letters, little notes and special tokens from friends and the lovely people you meet in life... the photos that remind you of the days when you were sooo..."uncool". The MG girls, the Ac people...choir tour and crazy classmates. The silly polka-dotted box from ikea that the choir "men" crafted up...that still has a hint of indescribable fragrant(literally, I'm not kidding..smells nice=).
Oh man..I could go on forever, looking at what I have cooked up or rather cooped up these 13 years. Is it really 13 years in that old house? Wow...ok. Since my P1 days..
Yup revisiting my past was quite the experience, I didn't feel like it was dejavu at all, I found everything still new and interesting despite having been through it before. It's nice to know that really I haven't changed too much...I still go through the same thought processes at times...still have the same people who light up my life, still hope for the same things, still strive for the same things, maybe more conscious of the hurt and darkness...but don't think I have really morphed into a cynic.
I know it sounds rather silly to end like this, but believe me as I packed my room and flipped through those old diary entries addressed to God, I realised, I may have changed in many minute ways but He hasn't changed at all. He still hears me when I call, He still wants the best for me...
and gosh if he has been with me for more than the 13 years that old house and memories can account for...He will stick with me until the end. Truly as I reflected in that room of mine...what a great God we serve=)
Wonder where He will take me next..
// posted by grace @ 11:35 AM
