Moving on.

Life is all about one thing. Moving on.
We're always moving on from one thing to the next, from one person to another, and from one place across to somewhere else.

I've always been the one waiting, waiting for something that's a potentially great thing. What I don't do is look at what's right in front of my face most of the time, which is what I found out. He's already there.

The waiting game has never been one I like to play and waiting on a guy to actually want me is like waiting for some rain in the desert. Probably not going to happen. I was so blind to not see that I already had what I wanted and needed.

Waiting is not worth it for me anymore, although I'm still entirely confused about my future.
I've decided on the guy, but I haven't decided on where I'm going to go next year.
I want to get away, far away. To live elsewhere for a bit, even though I plan to come back.
I'm just not sure how it's going to work quite yet.
My plans are up in the air, literally, in my head.

The guy I'm planning on may not want to be a part of my outrageous plans to get away.
What if he doesn't?
I'll probably end up a lonely cat lady. Most likely, but hopefully with big cats, like a lion or a tiger.
Guys just don't always fit into my plans and I guess for now at least I can say it was fun for the time being, right?

See, I'm scatterbrained. So much going on at once. Boys, plans, travel, animals, and food. Didn't I say food?

My life is a chaotic whirlwind, mostly inside my head, that nobody knows about.
That's all.
That's it.

Life is crazy and amazing and not always what you expect. That's what I'm planning on I guess, for the unexpected. But I'm always hoping for what I want.
A life of travel and love and animals and food.
That would be ok with me.
But if life is unexpected, it's probably going to be me, alone, traveling, scraping by and doing what I can to live out my life the way I want. Alone.

Life is crazy.

Cheers to yours.