“Maggie, I think you’re making a huge mistake.” That’s all I’ve been hearing lately from the friends that I need support from the most. The friends I depend on for pretty much every decision I make. This time it’s different. This decision has been mine alone, and it’s been a long time coming.

It’s true, I am about to take a huge risk and move to a new city where I know practically no one. I’m giving up everything I’ve ever known. This should scare me, but I’m more scared of staying here and being stuck. Because here, I am just waiting for something to happen. Here, I would be allowing myself to stay the same, to continue in the same old patterns.

Instead of being worried about all the uncertainty, I’m content. I feel like for the first time I’m about to find where I’m supposed to be. I feel like I have found “the one”,  cliche´as it sounds. I feel like I’m capable of being completely happy for once. 

My good friend once told me “Sometimes you need to stop waiting and make your own move.” So, I’m making my own move. It’s time to see if I sink or swim.