Update

Okay, I am slightly ashamed that it's now been almost three weeks since I last wrote anything here. But not too ashamed because I've been busily writing things for my masters instead! I'm up to 15,000 words on my novel, I've figured out what to do for my CX assignment and I've even started it. Feeling productive :) 

In other news I've applied for a job that I really, really want to do up here. It's a clerical assistant in a primary school, which may not sound that great, but it's perfect for me. Not only would I get to indulge my OCD by alphebetising and filing things, I'd also get to help out with putting up the wall displays. I've always wanted a go at that! Plus the job's 30 hours a week so I would have enough time to keep writing and having a social life, and it's enough money for me to stay here in Glasgow.

I also have an extra reason for wanting to stay in Scotland now. Namely that I've found that nice Scottish man I was searching for. We've been out a few times and I really like him, I'm actually a bit annoyed that I'm going home soon and won't get to see him for two weeks. But oh well, he'll still be here when I come back.

I'm so happy right now it's probably obnoxious :p

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Smile :)

Today is To Write Love On Her Arms day. Check it out  http://www.twloha.com/vision/

I'm so happy right now. Not in a running-around-laughing kind of way, I suppose a better word would be content. I still have this solid belief that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be (and a fair idea of what I'm supposed to be here for), I'm making some amazing friends, I've managed my work properly so I actually have some free time this weekend, and I've got enough money to last me til at least February. The last time I felt so right with the world was in 2006 when I was sitting in the living room in Sweden, sewing patches on my jeans. It was only for a few minutes then, but this has lasted 9 weeks now. It's amazing.

  This morning I was praying and I had a kind of epiphany. God sent Jesus to die for me, which is an absolutely phenomenal thing and if that was all he ever did for me that would be far more than I could ever earn or deserve. But he still keeps on giving me things. After letting his son die such an awful death for me, he still keeps providing enough money for me to live, and people to be friends with, and time and space. Because he loves me. God loves me. I've had this said to me millions of times since I was born, but this morning it really hit my heart and I felt it. He loves me.

I'm going to take this opportunity to tell anyone who's reading that there's a circle of post-it notes up on my wall with the names of my friends on. Every day I pray that the people in the circle will be saved, because I can't stand the thought that any of them won't make it to heaven when they die. I think heaven without my friends would be a sad place. So now you know I'm praying for you on a regular basis; expect things to happen. You have been warned :p

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