In ten days, I'm moving to an entire new continent. Goodbye, Canada! Hello England! It's strange how people react when you tell them.
"So, Scribble, are you moving there for work?"
"Ah, no."
"Oh, for school?"
"Ah, no."
"Then why are you going to England?"
"My fiance lives there."
After this they usually just change the subject or nod and walk away slowly like I'm some kind of freak.705Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0l5BaIjW0G
But I'm not, right? I mean, it's perfectly natural to want to be with someone who makes you feel happy, right? It's not crazy to drop everything and everyone and take a seven hour flight to a place five time-zones away for two years for a guy you've only met in person twice, right? Right?
Truth is, I've met so many people who thought I was crazy that I actually started to believe it. After all, I've only seen this guy in person for twenty days! How can I know that this isn't going to be a huge mistake? What if we break up and I'm stranded there and everything falls apart and-705Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnySiQThmO4
Breathe. Take a deep breath, Scribble. You know this is the right decision.
The people around me can think I'm crazy all they want. All I know is that I need to take this risk, in the hopes that I can be happy.
How do I know I'll be happy? Because for the year and a half we've been together, the only happy times I can visualize is when him and I were on the same continent.
I know it sounds crazy, but it's worth a try. It's worth travelling on a plane for seven hours to live in a place five time-zones away from everyone I know, living for two years with a man I've only met twice. It's worth it because, whenever I close my eyes, I can see him, and only then do I feel happy.
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