Today can be summed up in a few words, heart wrenchingly sad. There was no way to limit the amount of tears shed between the both of us. It was final, today I realized my best friend, lover, companion, etc… would be boarding a plane in the Midwest and landing in Doha, Qatar without me.
Initially, I was totally against giving up my job and moving to the Middle East. I fought every conversation tooth and nail. It was hard to come to grips with Mr. Bigs decision to move abroad. It took me several months to finally understand his move was something I couldn’t continue to fight, I was already losing my argument by then.
Today came and I couldn’t face the reality of our situation, he was moving and I was staying here in the US. Did I make the right decision? If life is about making the right decision, how would you ever know when you’ve made the right decision? Would you realize your error immediately or would it take some time? It’s only been seven hours and I can’t figure out whether I’ve made the right decision. A little immature, I know. Why can’t a girl have it all, a great relationship, a successful career, and what ever else her heart desires?
Time after time, the world forces us to pick one or the other. One thing is clear, timing is everything. Now that everything seems to be up in the air at the moment, I think it’s a good idea to not lock myself into any long term commitments until I’ve come to a decision.
Until we meet again…