Friday, January 16, 2009

Austin - HERE I COME!

I'm needing a change of scenery and I've found my calling. Hopefully I'll be on the road to Austin, TEXAS by mid-September. After having wanted to go there for the last 2 years, I've made a decision to actually do it.

Do I know anyone that lives in Austin? Nope.
Why do I want to go there? I have NO IDEA! This place just reaches out to me with a sweet hand saying "Come home .. "

The plan, as of now, is to take a vacation there in March for about a week. Check out some apartments, all the different communities, see the nightlife, check out the campus (University of Texas) and really see if I can live there.

After my vacation and my obsession for Austin grows further, I will hopefully be moving there in September of 09. At first, I wanted to move immediately after my lease was up in Spokane. After talking with my dear ole Dad, I realized though that if I moved home with him for a few months, I'd be able to save more money and really say goodbye to the people that I will miss the most, my crazy family.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Falling out of Love

To me, love is not something that changes in a day, or really even a week. In my experience, there has always been something, one moment in time, that you know you aren't in love anymore. It might be a new controversial movie you go see together and come out with different views, maybe it's a weekend at either of your parents houses and you realize they aren't 'the one'.

My boyfriend, Austin, and I have broken up this past week and I was told at first that he needed to 'figure out his life'. I can handle that and thought although it came on quickly, I would be alright and so would our relationship. Hoping he would realize that he couldn't live his life without me.

When we were talking last night, I asked him if this was a permanent breakup and he said yes. I was completely heartbroken and after pressing the issue, I asked "What. Did you just fall out of love with me?" Much to my dismay, his reply was simply "Yes." Apparently it wasn't my personality, looks, friends, lifestyle or morals.

Again I heard, "It's not you, it's me." Is there something wrong with me that after months of complete happiness someone starts to think, ehh .. that was fun, and begin to move on to bigger and greater things?

Love is the history of a woman's life; it is an episode in man's.
~ Germaine De Stael