There are times in one's life when they are given opportunities. The real answer lies in how risky one is willing to be in order to follow the heart. It is a tricky thing, but one may find that the more risky, the more fun life can become. I have made the trek across the country, after a year stint in Jacksonville beach. My adventures in Jacksonville were wonderful, and worth every minute of being there. There are moments in one's life where split second decisions are made that could change one's life forever, and on September 25th I made one that I will never forget. I was invited to a Pub Run with a local running group, and I decided to run in it at the last minute. My friends and I thought it was a costume themed run, and decided to dress in our outrageous 80s aerobics outfits from Halloween. Unfortunately, for us, it was, in fact, not a themed run. Fate has a funny way of showing up, and there just so happened to be another group of people dressed up as well, and we bonded immediately. Patrick and I have been pretty close ever since, and without actually meaning to at all, I have been hit over the head with a bad case of love. He is an officer in the Navy, and flies the helicopters that slowly hover over the ocean and track submarines, just in case Russia plans an extra sneaky attack. It is not often one finds someone that understands so much about them after such a short time. I have not dated much, because I have found the solo road to be very satisfying, and I am deeply content with my independence, that is why deciding to leave everything on the east coast, and follow a man to the west coast, was somewhat out of character for me. However, I did not view any of this decision as a sacrifice, more as an adventure that I had to partake in. On May 9th 2010, we packed his beat up Ford Explorer, and made the journey from one end of the United States to the other. What an adventure we had! We drank and danced on bourbon street, we ate a romantic dinner on the riverwalk in San Antonio, we camped out in Arizona, and we at dinner on a snow capped mountain while the sunset. Once we arrived safely in San Diego, California, I felt at home immediately.
The first weekend I moved here was July 4th, and we hopped in the car and drove up to Lake Tahoe for the weekend. It was an incredible place, with beautiful sights, wonderful food, friendly people, and lots of outdoors adventures to be had. One of Patrick's friends in the Navy decided that it would be a wonderful idea to run up to the top of one of the highest mountains. Through snow, rocks,very steep slopes, and after a torturous case of oxygen depletion, we made it to the top. It was the most breathtaking view I have ever seen. If I had not thought we had had enough of an adventure, I was to be corrected. In order to get back down the mountain, we had to take the fastest, and may I add, the most scary route, which was bottom sliding down the very steep mountain on the snow. I cried, screamed, and laughed the whole way down. It was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life, aside from the gigantic bruise on my bum.
Now that San Diego is now considered home for me, it has been rough goings pinning down a job. However, after much persistence, and many hours of searching, I have three promising interviews next week. Once again, I have no idea what lies next, but I am so very excited where it will lead me next!
