The Next Step

I've finished up my studies in London, and though I'm kind of feeling wierd in saying it, I'll miss London. After 5 years, I finally get the chance to live in a lively, big city again. I'm used to large cities. I can't live in a small town. I need the hustle and bustle a large city provides, along with its list of amenities, although London definitely needs lots of work on some aspects. Nonetheless, having some *proper* chinese food was great.

So what's the next step? Get a job, I guess. It's not an easy prospect, nor is it an impossible one. It's just a mentally daunting one where I'm afraid. What exactly I'm afraid of, I guess it's just preparing in my mind to see all those rejection letters piling up. But as friends have told me, I've got to keep trying and that those letters are in no way a reflection of my ability. They just have got no vacancies is all the situation is.

In a strange land, I am. I've got to stop talking like Yoda, cute and wierd as he might be, but a muppet he still is.

The time during the course has been very good to me, and I've felt like I've come out of a huge valley with a lot of knowledge. And after a month of rest and relaxation, it's time to enter another valley. This time of work, of getting work. But at least one thing's for certain, I've finally found what I want to do and I'll put my hands to it and do it well.

God is faithful, God is good. He holds my hand though I fear, he holds my hand.