2001-04-08 :: 2:32 p.m.
This is what I'm doing. When the maternal unit gets back from Paris next week, we're going to get me a ticket to Greece for August. One-way. I will decide when I want to come back, if I do at all. I've been thinking, you know, when you get an opportunity to live in another country rent-free, and to work wherever you want to work because you speak four languages, you should take it.. Right? And the time is now. I want to go there while I'm still young and there are more options for me job-wise. I want to go while I'm still young and able to let loose on the weekends and have a time. I want to go while I am still single and don't have anything tying me down. I don't know if it will work out over there for me. I might realize after a couple of months that I can't hack it, or it's not what I thought it would be. All I know is that I miss people over there. I miss my cousins and my friends and the air and the laid-back-coolness of it. I want to always be a ferry ride away from a breathtaking island in the summer. I want my dog to run around in the back yard and never be cold. I hope I can do this. I hope I can let go of everything holding me back here. I hope I am able to walk away and not regret anything. It's not about running away, as a few people have been pointing out. I'm not running away from anything. I'm running towards. Fluxcapacitor said that it wouldn't matter how many continents I put between me and him. If I feel what I feel, I'd still feel it in Greece. And that may be true, but I won't know until I've tried. And this isn't fully about how I feel for another person, this is more about how I feel in this city. And where my head would do better. |