Soooooooo, the clock keeps ticking and every second that passes, I freak out. Time feels like its flying by me and I can't get ahold of it. I'm about to do something that I've never done before, something huge. I'm about to move across the country.
So by now you're probably like "well where are you moving to?!" and I don't blame you for wondering. But I'm not going to tell you just yet. I'll tell you how it came about first...
Last year, last July to be exact, my boyfriend made the huge decision to move here, to be with me. How sweet, huh? He was actually excited about being here and seeing a real winter and all that jazz. So a month or two passes and we move out of my parents place and into our first apartment together. It was exciting, our own place to call home.
Then the winter came. It wasn't horrible at first and of course, me being raised here makes me used to it, but my boyfriend on the otherhand was definitely not. The first week of snow fall was fun then the depression set in that it won't be warm and sunny for another 5 or 6 months. That's what really made it bad. Needless to say, after the first few weeks, he wanted to get the hell out of here. At the time we didn't have the money to move. Over the next year we were able to save enough money to move back to his home town of Montebello, California....
Yup, you read that right, California.
Now I'm not saying anything bad about California except for the crime rate and cost of living. Other than that it sounds pretty much like a dream. The only thing that's making me hesitate is the fact that my entire family lives in Wisconsin and when we move I don't think I'll be moving back to Wisconsin....ever. It's a hard thing to cope with.
So that's what brings me here. Just over 2 weeks and we leave. Its coming so fast, almost too fast. I could never not be with my boyfriend again, being that our relationship was long distance for the first 2 years, so that's why I'm going.
I guess all I can say is...am I dying? Or is this my birthday?
