Let's not wish to go back to Egypt after we already crossed the Red Sea

I spent almost two hours on Skype with my mom today. We talked about random tuff and good stuff. It was a rich time and I am so blessed to get along so well with my mom.
As we were chatting about Romania and the hard economic times, and how a lot of people regret the communist era, and they wish Ceausescu back... they complain about the present. Without a doubt the present is not easy, and the more we worry and stress about it, the darker it seems. But looking at the bright side, being grateful for what we have now, we can make the present a beautiful time of great memories, of joy and friendship, of getting closer to God and to heaven. I sometimes catch myself daydreaming about my own "Egypt". The days we had our own place and I had a job. I dreaded both of them, wishing the freedom to go anywhere in the world, thinking about resigning from my job pretty much every day for over a year. I asked for deliverance, and then the door was open for me, and we went to Romania and fulfilled our dreams, and our journey continues, and we shall never wish we went back to Egypt, to our old masters, but let God lead up into the promised land. Seeking God's face and resting in His promise and faithfulness.