Tomorrow I get on a plane to Washington, DC….and I don’t have a return flight. I am moving to DC and moving in with my boyfriend. This is a huge step for me. Everything that I have done in my life, until now, was aimed at pleasing my parents. I put their love and their praise above everything else. As you can imagine, this didn’t make me too happy. I was doing things, not because I wanted to do them, but because it was what was asked of me…what was expected of me.
In December of 2006 I moved back home from Orange County, CA. I was broken physically, mentally, and emotionally. I needed to get back on my feet and felt that the best way to do that was to remove myself from my current location. My parents generously opened their doors to me and gave me the love and comfort that only parents can give. I appreciate all that they did for me.
However, moving back home as an adult has its challenges. The old roles are quickly assumed by myself and my parents. The love and caring has become overshadowed by tension and I continue to struggle to figure out who I am and what I want for my life. Hence the move to DC. I have lived my entire life in Southern California. I think it is time for me to stretch my wings and see what life is like somewhere else. Maybe this will work, and maybe it won’t, but I won’t know unless I try. I have an amazing guy who is willing to walk beside me and lend moral support as I need it. What more can you ask for in life?
This will be an adventure for sure, but one that I feel that I am strong enough to handle…finally.