After reading Xiaxue's The Love Story post again (while I was supposed to be doing something else productive lol), I realized something important: my husband and I and in the middle of our own story.
The beginning of our story was hard for sure. Immigration was a bitch and it is still not finished. But the last three years have been hard too. We both are escapists; we like to pretend we don't have problems by going out to eat, spending money and taking road trips. But it's no secret that 2012, 2013, 2014 and even the beginning of this year have been excruciatingly difficult to manage. We've had to learn so much from scratch.
And through the mundane of our daily grind, it became obvious that we would never succeed here in the North East. We have tried everything to be happy here, and we just can't do it.
So we must leave.
By the end of 2015, no matter what it takes, we won't be here anymore. Because we're ready for new challenges.
A new chapter.
Labels: life, Love story, moving, rant