Its ironic that from the most heartbreaking moment of of my life, the beginning of something greater was born. It's crazy how things change. Six months ago I would have said I would be planning a late summer wedding. I would have said we would live in Oklahoma and grow old here with our brood of adopted offspring. I would have been very wrong, and very naive. It was only five months ago that he left (most days it feels like 5 years). Some would say I went off the deep end. I would say I simply opened the flood gates of all I was holding back in the name of love. I'm about to live my dream, a dream that would never have been possible if I were tied to the most cautious and unadventurous of men.
Originally, when I made the overwhelming decision to make this move, I had planned to have the house sold by mid April and whether or not I had a job I'd be leaving in early May. Things never work according to plan. The house isn't sold and I already have a job. I leave April 16, and I'm nowhere near ready. I've found a fantastic place to live in a great location in San Francisco, just a few blocks from the ocean and Golden Gate Park. More importantly, I've found a great job that I'm super excited to dive into. It's a new area of expertise for me, but it will utilize the entirety of my skill set. I can't wait to see what happens. I'm stupefied at how fast this is happening. In just seven days days I'll be heading West toward my life's dream. It hardly feels real.
