Thursday, March 26, 2009

Love that dirty water

Ah, Boston. My former and future home.

When I first came to Australia it was for 6 months. Those 6 between 9, which then became a desire to stay. I wanted to explore more of Australia than just Cairns, and I wanted to make a break from BCG. It seemed the thing to do was to stay.

I've loved living in Brisbane. It's a great city. I love the ferries, the weather, the triathlons, the coast. I love the lifestyle. I think I could live very happily in Brisbane for a long time (provided I used a lot of sunscreen).

The thing is long distance relationships can only survive when there's an end in sight. If there's no future, there's no present. One of us had to move. I have known for a while that it was going to have to be me. Australia is my dream. And in a way, I'm happy to not have to share it. Paul did ask about the potential to move his job to Brisbane, but they wouldn't do it. We talked about cities though and Paul found a job in one that I love, so it will be back to Beantown for me.

This is the craziest thing I have done for love, ever. And that fills me with excitement.

3 comments:

Dave March 27, 2009 at 2:05 AM  

What you are doing is admirable. For the reason that I don't think I ever could [do what you're doing], I question if I'll ever experience love like you are feeling. I have enjoyed following your adventure away from the mold; I hope your life is commensurately interesting in Boston to warrant the continuation of a blog of some sort.

a March 27, 2009 at 11:46 AM  
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Paul March 27, 2009 at 9:44 PM  

oh my god that picture looks awful...are we really moving to that?

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