This week I am going to embark on one of the biggest adventures I have ever gone on. And I am stinkin’ scared out of my mind.
By the time you find yourself reading this, I will already be halfway through my adventure. I am not sure what state I will even be in, physically or emotionally.
You see, as you read this, I am currently venturing on a drive across the southern half of the United States. On Wednesday, I boarded a plane for a one-way trip to the beautiful city of Nashville, Tenn. And then, the very next day, I hopped in a car heading back home to sunny Southern California.
I know that’s confusing, but bear with me here. I’m writing into the future. It’s a tough job. Pressing on…
On the way back, I will visit “Graceland Too” in Mississippi and I will also be making stops in Louisiana, Texas and Arizona. I will not be alone on this journey. My best friend will be by my side. And that is the scary part.
A few months ago I wrote a column, “Love travels miles through technology,” about a gentleman I met who happened to live in Tennessee. As you may remember, we had an uncanny amount in common. I wondered where our relationship was heading, or if it was heading anywhere at all.
Over the next seven months, my little country bumpkin and I continued to spend every night on the telephone. Over the summer, we even managed to make cross-country trips to visit one another.
In the aforementioned column I stated the fact that this relationship would come to a dead end if one of us did not make a life changing decision involving a move across this nation. And now, one of us is making the move.
A few months into our long distance relationship, my tractor-driving sweetheart decided he was ready for the Southern California lifestyle. We made plans for the big move and finally decided it would take place at the end of October. And here we are, the last few days of October. And I am going insane.
Sure, I know this is going to be a big improvement over our long distance relationship. We will actually be able to hang out in person. We won’t have to deal with the $800 phone bills anymore. (Yeah, there were a few of those).
But still, this move is such a big deal. It’s more than just having someone to hang out with.
Just last week, one of my best friends called me to find out how the upcoming trip was going. The first words he uttered were: “So, when are you getting married?” I answered with a laugh and after I thought about it for a good second, I replied: “Within the next year.” Yeah, that sounds about right.
Sure, you’re probably thinking I am crazy here. Making marriage plans with a boy I haven’t spent more than a month with in person.
Trust me, I know I am crazy. But I also know I am right.
This boy means more to me than anyone ever has. We connect better than I dreamed possible. And if I can spend the next 60 or so years of my life watching monster movies with the boy of my dreams, then, darn it, I am going to do it.
So I’m probably somewhere in Texas right now, daydreaming about reception details and what song my dad and I will dance to.
Maybe the trip itself and its aftermath won’t be that scary at all. Compared to breaking the news to my pops, this move will be a piece of cake.
Valerie Rojas, a junior journalism major, is LV Life editor of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at skalivornia@hotmail.com.
