
This crazy rollercoaster ride of a year so far is taking me to San Diego next week. I'm very enthusiastic but at the sametime to me this move symbolizes the end of something else which I wanted very much. By me moving to the West Coast, I think it means I am giving up on my dream of living in Europe. I only got 2 years out of it so far, and I would have loved to spend the rest of my life there, but it appears it wasn't in the cards for me this time. I might try my luck again in a few years if the right opportunity were to present its self. The chances of that happening will decrease with me living about 8,000 miles from the nearest European country however. Its not the first time i have watched one of my dreams die and I'm sure it won't be the last time either.