The thing with apt renting is, when it’s near the end of the contract you are faced with either one of the worries: 1) The rental fee might be increased, which means time to cut down on other expenses or bring in more moolah to cover it up, or 2) the place is up for sale, which means sorry you can’t live here anymore!

We’re in situation #2 now. Though no sales is final yet and no ultimatum of moving out is given. Still at the stage where real estate agent brings prospects to view the apt. That awkward moment when strangers not just come in your apt but also checking every single corner of the rooms with attention to details. From an uncle to a young couple, lucky none came in Marcus medical uniforms or police uniform. *kidding*

I’m lying if I say I didn’t freak out and panic. How could I not, we might be kicked out anytime and many more negative thoughts.

But, once the shock-and-get-panic stage passed, here came the keep-calm stage. Connecting the dots, this seems to be God’s plan, I told myself. After all, this apt is a God-given, if it’s time to be taken away, I believe it means we’re ready to move on and He has something better for us.

Finger crossed that things will turn up well.