Maybe for once I'm just going to do what I want to do. I'm not going to think about if people will think I failed, about pissing off my boss, about the fact that I basically lied when I said I wanted to live here for 5 years like fuck whatever. I'm not going to think about the fact that my dad will be here alone or possibly that one of my best friends might come here right after I get home. I'm not basing my decision to move or not to move over anything but my own happiness. My decision will be based on what excites me and what makes me smile. And what makes me smile is currently my boyfriend and my family. Those are the people that I want to be with. Money doesn't make me happy at the end of the day, the people I love do. So fuck it, I'm giving up everything. Literally everything, for a guy. Yep. I'm doing it. I never do anything spontaneous and I never do anything for a guy and for once, I'm taking a HUGE risk and I'm going to move home to be with my man. Because that's all I want, is the improve our relationship, to grow together and be a couple. For him to meet the rest of my family and I want to meet his and I want us to be together. That's it. Now I want to pack my stuff and leave tomorrow...... Well shit.











