Love makes you do some crazy things. Making the decision to move 600 plus miles across the country is just the tip of that iceberg. Writing this post while I’m driving through the mountains is somewhere in the middle. It’s all about that makes you happy though, right? That’s how I like to look at it. I wouldn’t trade my peace of mind for anything.
I made a vow to myself three years ago that I wouldn’t do anything for a man ever again. Anything like this anyway. But after some deep soul searching I realized that I’m not just doing this for him. I’m doing this for me. I’m pursuing my own happiness. These days my happiness the only thing that’s important to me. I can’t spend my entire life doing what makes other people happy. I just can’t do it.
This is the place that makes me happy. At least for now anyway. I love the atmosphere, I love the view of the water, and I love the people that I’ve met here. There is one other reason that I wanted to move here, but for now, I’ll leave it at the fact that it makes me happy. I wouldn’t want to jinx anything.
How far would you go to pursue your own happiness?