After 27.42 years of living in Texas, I moved out of the state. I moved to Kansas City, Missouri. I moved for my new job as a Relationship Advocate. What I really did was move for a girl.
Now I know I shouldn’t move for a girl, that I should have moved for the job and that it’s better to have the stability of the job over the love of a girl. I told myself that I moved for the job. Part of me did. I knew the job was a new experience; it’s a job that is nowhere else in the country. I mean Relationships Advocate; where else can you find a job title like that. My responsibility is to advocate for healthy relationships for youth in a local Kansas City, Missouri, homeless shelter. I left my current job for a better job; it was a win for me.
But damn it! I moved for her. I could not handle being 742 miles away from her anymore. I wanted to be 10 inches away from her. Now this move wasn’t a spur of the moment decision. We had talked about it for a while, and I had planned to wait until January 2020 to move to Kansas City. That way I could spend the holidays with my family. Unfortunately, fate had a different idea. With my grandfather’s death in November, my parents ended up staying in New Jersey and are not planning on coming back to Texas for a few more weeks. It was then that I decided to move out of Texas earlier than expected and start living my life in Missouri.
Today, I start the journey to the rest of my life. Let’s see what happens.