As my first day at my new place slowly sets to a close, I look back at the day and ponder. Life is such a fine blend of sunshine and rain that sometimes it becomes hard to discern what’s sunshine and what’s rain.
It’s strange to be at a new place again. New neighbours, new neighbourhood, new roommates, new everything. This is the ninth time I’ve moved to a new place since I came to this country, oh, just less than six years ago. Moving time and time again helps remind one of what life is all about. It’s a journey. Who knows where it started and where it’ll end? Who knows when it started and when it’ll end? Life is a journey and on I flow with it all, just as a river meanders through various terrains during its course towards the sea.
Speaking of which, barely a day has gone by here and in a sheer moment of epiphany, an old hot water pipe at my new place decides to burst open, thereby creating rivers of water that flowed through half of the apartment. (Am I exaggerating? Oh don’t I wish I was!) Coincidentally, I wasn’t at the apartment during this water pipe’s moment of epiphany. Fortunately though, my sis and my dad were there at the time and in those few precious moments of damage control they managed to get maintenence over to drain out the apartment and to save my belongings from irrepairable destruction. And here I am now hours later, in a room with fans/dehumidifier/air conditioning on, all making a team effort to somehow dry up this place. This whole incident helped me count all my blessings related to having my family here to help me settle in. Needless to say though, this has still quite literally dampened my spirits in a very soggy way.
…Almost like some sort of secret signal the Universe is tossing over in my direction – Go home, you’re not welcome here, said the Universe through a bursting hot water pipe. Sail away sail away sail away! So there!
Ah, but I am too stubborn to listen to such waterishly subtle hints. I think I am. Perhaps it might help to run by words of Paulo Coelho from his bestseller, The Alchemist…
“We who fight for our own dream suffer far more when it doesn’t work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse: ‘Oh well, I didn’t really want it anyway.’ We do want it and know that we have staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this journey. Then, the warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know that the Universe is conspiring in our favor, even though we may not understand how.”
So here’s to my first day here – Cheers! And now it’s time to go out for dinner so that we can: 1. dry up our wet spirits in the bliss of pleasureful food and company, and 2. allow this apartment to recuperate from its current soggily smelly state.
Welcome to my blog, by the way – it really makes my day that you made your way here. 
