A big step in my life. In 8 days I will be moving out of the state I was born in...and away from Family. My boyfriend is in the Navy and he asked me several months ago to move down and be with him (he is, of course, my high school sweetheart). I bought my ticekt back in March and now that the date is only 8 days away my nerves are going crazy. So are his, of course.

Lucky for me, most of my stuff is with my mother down in the states from the first time I "moved". It only lasted 4 months and the move was out of guilt. This is the first move that is my choice 100%. I still have a shit ton of stuff to go through before packing. If I were going on vacation, I would be starting the packing process like...tomorrow. But there is so much more to be done. Preparing for a move is so much more intense than preparing for a vacation. *sighs*

So, why am I freaking out about this if it is 100% my choice? My boyfriend and mines' relationship hasn't been neccessarily smooth sailing. We have been on and off sice 2009 but never stopped loving each other. Since 2009 as well we have been a twice a year visitation because of his military carreer. I was very surprised that this was his idea for me to move down to be with him (: I am leaving alot behind. A car and most importantly a job. I worked for the school district and was very good at what I did. The school I worked for asked me to come back next school year so you can see why I am calling it a "gamble" by passing it up and moving down to a different state.

Although this man has been the love of my life, our bumpy relationship has made it hard for me to be sure I am making the right move. But I am not one to back down from a challenge; escecially if the challenge is not an impossible one. Once the day comes...I will just take a deep breath and board the plane with confidence. There really isn't much more I can do, is there?

Big move...here I come!