Its 1 month now since I set foot onto New York. I've been to so many places that I only use to see on TV. It gives a surreal feeling of the place and a vibe of excitement. But... my excitement died down pretty quickly. Having to wait for a bus compared to having to have a car makes a big difference, I am not trying to complain or anything, I do believe that I will get use to it. Subways can be a little confusing at times. New York subway stations can be spread into an underground world of tracks. Looks a little scary the first time (due to movies) but it is an amazing system that has serve New York for so many years already.
I am getting use to the place. As small is my room, I find refuge and comfort in it. I thank God for a good landlady. Seeing that I am still waiting for a job, she suggested to me to give her English lessons, in exchange for cheaper rent of the room. I could not refuse the offer so I am going to be doing some teaching starting next week. Opposite of my room lives a Chinese chef, well into his 40s. He would often come home late at night and start cooking stuff until wee hours in the morning, seems like he has a pretty flexible schedule for a chef. Anyway, I never hesitated to take the chance to stay up with him to learn up some of the Chinese dishes that he prepares. Sadly, my Chinese is no where near perfect and I have trouble understanding some words that he uses.
Talking about cooking, I feel deprived of cooking what I want to since coming here. The chef often cooks stews and such that only requires a big pot, and all his bottles of Chinese condiments are all there is. Yes, I do want to brush up on my Chinese dishes, but I miss those adventurous experiments that uses all kinds of tools and space. This little kitchen have me appreciate the kitchens I have in Kansas... except for Wheatshocker ones (That is too small). Good thing is that, the food around where I am living is cheap.
I am now attending First Baptist Church of Flushing, a diverse group of church goers, much similar to the Mission, except for the numbers and the age group. FBCF recently started a college/young adult group that is a reboot of one that they had last year, which did not work out all too well. I am hoping that this time around, things would work out, cause I am in a serious need for fellowship with believers. Over all, FBCF has been good. Things are still a little slow with the acquaintance but I hope to pick it up as time passes. Oh, by the way... the church is only literally 2 minutes walk from my place... door to door.
I miss the Mission... I miss the life which I had abide to be my lifestyle for the last 5 to 6 years. Mission is a unique church... No where have I experience life such as it. It does give me a sense of pride to have been involve with such a ministry. I don't know if I would ever experience that again, but I do hope that God has used and taught me well enough in the Mission to better serve Him with the rest of my life. I am praying that God would use me here strongly for His people here, i don't want to miss anything.
Job is still a concern. I still worry, I still worry with the limited funds I have to survive in this city without a job. People that I get to know are telling that laying off people would be more common now than hiring. I am trying not to be discourage and depend as much on God to guide me through but I do believe too that God is not leading me here for nothing.
Spending time with Meg is a great comfort. Each day I get reminded and reaffirm of why I put that ring on her finger. People who know me, who knows my weaknesses, will really understand why she is the best person for me. Never have I found someone who gave so much out of love for me like her. Everywhere I go to meet her friends, they have all heard about me. I feel like I am placed on her pedestal of pride. She is now moving to a room closer to school but further away from me, I would have to travel over an hour to her place now. I know that we made it through 5 months being far away before, but even for a few days of not seeing her makes me feel empty and incomplete sometimes.
I am not so much for socializing, even when I am surround by people in Wichita, but I do miss the company sometimes. I log on to Facebook more often than I used to seeing how are people doing and what's new. I am giving you a hint... write to me anytime... I will reply you.
I am getting use to the place. As small is my room, I find refuge and comfort in it. I thank God for a good landlady. Seeing that I am still waiting for a job, she suggested to me to give her English lessons, in exchange for cheaper rent of the room. I could not refuse the offer so I am going to be doing some teaching starting next week. Opposite of my room lives a Chinese chef, well into his 40s. He would often come home late at night and start cooking stuff until wee hours in the morning, seems like he has a pretty flexible schedule for a chef. Anyway, I never hesitated to take the chance to stay up with him to learn up some of the Chinese dishes that he prepares. Sadly, my Chinese is no where near perfect and I have trouble understanding some words that he uses.
Talking about cooking, I feel deprived of cooking what I want to since coming here. The chef often cooks stews and such that only requires a big pot, and all his bottles of Chinese condiments are all there is. Yes, I do want to brush up on my Chinese dishes, but I miss those adventurous experiments that uses all kinds of tools and space. This little kitchen have me appreciate the kitchens I have in Kansas... except for Wheatshocker ones (That is too small). Good thing is that, the food around where I am living is cheap.
I am now attending First Baptist Church of Flushing, a diverse group of church goers, much similar to the Mission, except for the numbers and the age group. FBCF recently started a college/young adult group that is a reboot of one that they had last year, which did not work out all too well. I am hoping that this time around, things would work out, cause I am in a serious need for fellowship with believers. Over all, FBCF has been good. Things are still a little slow with the acquaintance but I hope to pick it up as time passes. Oh, by the way... the church is only literally 2 minutes walk from my place... door to door.
I miss the Mission... I miss the life which I had abide to be my lifestyle for the last 5 to 6 years. Mission is a unique church... No where have I experience life such as it. It does give me a sense of pride to have been involve with such a ministry. I don't know if I would ever experience that again, but I do hope that God has used and taught me well enough in the Mission to better serve Him with the rest of my life. I am praying that God would use me here strongly for His people here, i don't want to miss anything.
Job is still a concern. I still worry, I still worry with the limited funds I have to survive in this city without a job. People that I get to know are telling that laying off people would be more common now than hiring. I am trying not to be discourage and depend as much on God to guide me through but I do believe too that God is not leading me here for nothing.
Spending time with Meg is a great comfort. Each day I get reminded and reaffirm of why I put that ring on her finger. People who know me, who knows my weaknesses, will really understand why she is the best person for me. Never have I found someone who gave so much out of love for me like her. Everywhere I go to meet her friends, they have all heard about me. I feel like I am placed on her pedestal of pride. She is now moving to a room closer to school but further away from me, I would have to travel over an hour to her place now. I know that we made it through 5 months being far away before, but even for a few days of not seeing her makes me feel empty and incomplete sometimes.
I am not so much for socializing, even when I am surround by people in Wichita, but I do miss the company sometimes. I log on to Facebook more often than I used to seeing how are people doing and what's new. I am giving you a hint... write to me anytime... I will reply you.
...hehehe..and here i am writing to u. I'm happy unread vat ur landlady is considerate n fellow housemates r nice. I believe u'LL get thru life just fine for u have for the many years away from home. God is good...and he's good all the time.
ReplyDeletethanks... i know i'll survive... but I want to do more than survive, i am prying for opportunity.
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