Even when you don’t want it to. Especially when you don’t want it to.
Life is just going too fast, and I have some big decisions to make. Scary decisions, that will probably upset people I care about. But I need to start looking after me and the B-man first, and I need to trust myself to know best.
I don’t want to live here anymore. So I’m going to move. I need to rehome some animals – hard but necessary.
I don’t know where I am going yet. I can take either one of two easy options, or I can go where I’ve always been drawn to. Which will be harder than it has to be, but I feel we would be happier long-term. I feel I could build a life if I do this.
People will think I am crazy, insensitive, selfish, eccentric but I am getting used to this.
I’ll be sad to leave here. I love the friends I’ve made, my job and I like my house and lifestyle. But its just not working without the you and me and baby makes three fairytale. All I see here is what could have been, and what I wanted so badly.
If there was ever a good time for me to finally get my shit together, it would be now. So I’m going to do it.
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