Uncertainty is one word I could use to describe my current situation. Will we stay or do we move on?
If we do move on where will we be going? There was hope that it was to be Ireland. Then there was promise of Tehran. And then there's the possibility of Bahrain. Or back to the UK. Or home to KL/Singapore. Or we could stay here.
If push comes to shove, if we do move, I will. If we have to move every few months, I will.
For the longest time, I had everything I had with me in 2 suitcases. Then we had 2 mugs, 2 plates, 2 sets of cutlery and a saucepan that travelled with me. And then I thought, I was tired of living that way. I thought, finally, I wanted to live in a place that really felt like home. We got a proper dinnerware, real cutlery, that sort of thing.
Now that I had gotten some furniture from Ikea, got the carpenter to repair the shoe cupboard and hang up our family portrait, there is a possibility of moving again.
The story of my life really. We move whenever I form roots. So much so sometimes I do refrain from making friends.
All I ask is that Allah put us where ever he thinks is good for us. A place where we can grow and be happy.
Pardon me if this space will be unattended for awhile. I'm trying to make some sort of order in my world of uncertainty.
But one thing I am certain, change is inevitable and it will be good for me.