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I like how things are moderately paced here. 
I like the view I get of the early morning sun from my balcony and of the sun setting as I drive back home in the evening. 
I like how everyone here is so damn friendly. The majority of the people here are over fifty, sixty years old. There's always a smile on their face as they greet you or try to help you. It's such a pleasant environment.
I like the variety of Chinese food I get here. 
I like how there are so many little cafes around town.
This was at the Espresso Bar just five minutes from my place. Served very good chocolate fudge, too.
I have to say, I really wasn't keen on coming to this place. I was so upset and so disappointed for many months but by God's grace things are going just fine and I'm at complete peace.
I like how everything is just a five or ten minute drive away from where I'm staying. Town is a little bit of Penang and Malacca all rolled into one. 
Went for Cell Group last night since I can't go for Sunday service because of classes. Met some lovely people (who were mostly over thirty).
I cannot describe or explain to you how I felt when the cell leader started his introduction about the topic of discussion last night.
Change.
Transition.
Exactly what I'm experiencing right now and I just knew that this is where I'm meant to be. I don't know why. I don't know when things will become clear but I know for a fact that things have happened the way they have within this past year for a reason. 
We're told to embrace change. It's so much easier said than done, don't you think?
But if there's one thing I've learnt about change, it's that no matter where we're meant to go or what we're meant to do, if you pray about it and you ask for guidance, God will be right there with you. If he takes you to it, he will take you through it. 
All you need to have is faith.
It hasn't been easy.
All the trials that I've had to face since I moved away from home. All the difficult experiences I've had. All the difficult people I've met.
Everything happened for a reason.
Everything is still happening for a reason.
And to be able to wake up every morning knowing that I'm taken care of is truly such a blessing.
I'm at complete and utter peace.
:)

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