It’s hard making a decision to leave; and yet, it’s so easy.
I knew before I even decided where I wanted to be that I’d be living abroad. That I’d be thousands of miles away from my family and closest friends – but somehow none of that bothered me.
I made my choice; I moved across bodies of water and country borders; I left my life as I knew it to create a life I dreamed about; I’m here now; I’m happy and I’m sad.
It’s something that doesn’t quite hit you until important events start passing and you can no longer just drive up the street to be apart of it. It’s a phone call, a skype date, a letter which keeps you in touch. There’s nothing physical about it anymore — just love that somehow keeps you together, even though so much distance keeps you a part. It’s these friendships and relationships I cherish the most – yet hurt me so much at the same time.
I’ve missed one friends wedding shower; I”ll miss her wedding. I’ll miss another friends wedding and the birth of my new cousin. I’m missing my baby cousin turn two. I’m missing spending time with my parents and grandparents and my best friends– but somehow under it all I’m still happy here, I’m still happy despite the distance.
It’s a matter of give and take. Life is simple, but not always easy. It’s what you make of it — and I’ve made it something to never forget.