Exactly one year ago, we were giving toasts and dancing our asses off in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.
The craziest thing I ever did for love?
I moved across the country five months after meeting a man on MySpace.
I gave up a perfect locale for a destroyed, economically ravaged one (San Diego to Detroit). I gave up a stable home, steady income from a semi good paying job, living near all my best friends and associates, a thriving social life, for a place where the only friends I’d have were my new boyfriend and his one or two friends, and his mum, a sister, aunt and grandmother who hated me, and virtually no prospects for a job or a comforting place to live.
That was a huge deal. For someone like me, to whom best friends rival for my love and loyalty more than members of my own bloodline, moving away from everyone I loved, cherished and felt comfortable around was really, really difficult.
On top of that, being the social creature that I was back then, moving from a beautiful, warm, inviting, teeming city with a great social culture, to a city where I knew no one was a cultural shock to the system.
But I didn’t care. This man exceeded my List of Qualifications to be The One. And for him, losing everything dear to me was just a drop in the bucket compared to all the beauty I knew I had just embraced by moving 3000 miles away from everything I ever knew just to be with him.
We got married last year. Yesterday was our 1 year wedding anniversary. We’ve been going 6 years strong now.
Crazy gambles sometimes pay off and more.
Happy Anniversary, N, you make my world spin.