So, elaboration time:

I got a call from Ben about 12:30 Saturday morning while at a party with my friends. He was driving into town to see me. He told me, ‘I’m driving down and I want you to move this weekend.’ It was a total shock. There were a million reasons I had come up with to procrastinate the move. Some were silly, some were VERY important to me, some were aparent, some were hidden secrets, some were from fear…

I knew that if I didn’t make the move soon that Ben and I were not going to be doing too great. I knew that losing him over 240 miles would be something I would have regretted for the rest of my life. To not lose him because I didn’t love him, or because we didn’t get along, but over… space. So, I latched onto the fact that I trust him, and love him… and I said, ‘Okay, I’ll move.’

I’m not sure I was TOTALLY ready, but I do know that I this was something I had to do. It was one of those times in life that you grasp ahold of the fear and use it to succeed…