Seems silly writing this here, especially since I don't participate in the forums all that much, but I don't have any other blog and I just wanted somewhere to write regardless of audience.
I'm from Vancouver Canada, I'm 26 and I've lived here my whole life. The farthest I've ever been from home was San Diego 5 or 6 years ago. A few months ago I went on a trip with a friend of mine to South America, and it was amazing. We went to Argentina, Chile, Peru and Ecuador and met so many amazing people and saw so many beautiful things in each place we visited. It would be an understatement to say this trip changed my perspective on life, I don't care if it sounds cliché, because it's true. The first stop of my trip was Buenos Aires Argentina, where I met and fell in love with a beautiful girl, this was almost 2 and a half months ago. This Thursday I will be moving to Buenos Aires.
I know it's crazy, I've seen the reactions of people when I tell them, and when I abstract myself out of the situation it really does seem crazy to give up a life and friends, so that I can take a huge risk just to start everything over to be with someone. The reality of the situation hasn't really sunk in yet, I'm able to trick myself because I'm still at home, doing the same things I always did, going out with friends, making lunch, sitting on my couch, and all these automatic parts of life that we don't think about but just do. I have a feeling the plane ride will be tough. I know there's a good chance things won't work out, maybe I won't find a job, maybe my relationship with this girl won't last, or maybe one of another thousand things could happen, but I don't want life to pass me by, which is one of the reasons I'm doing this in the first place. I don't think there's much else for me to say, except that I think I'm lucky that at least this one time in life I'm doing something crazy.