I can’t believe it’s been six months since I’ve written here. I wish I could tell you where the time has gone but I honestly can’t. I have no idea where the last six months have gone, aside from a few big events.
Long story short, things happened. Nothing bad happened, I think.
I wanted to take a moment to address the to-do list I made at the beginning of the year, and I’ll explain why afterwards. Looking at the list, I see a lot of ultimately superficial stuff which was honestly to help fix my procrastination by just keeping things ticking over. There were life-altering things like getting my full motorcycle licence, but it is mostly things that were to try to get over my habit of just putting things off. So, I’m removing most of them, or rather striking them through and rewriting some of them. I’ve kept the Extra Life goal because it’s one day in the year that I’ve already booked time off to take part. But the reason for everything else being struck off or slimmed down to one item is this. And behind the keyboard, I’m taking a big breath here.
Three months ago, Julia and I began the application for me to immigrate to America and for us to marry.
We’ve got another three months before the average processing time is passed, and that is by no means a concrete deadline. So now, we’re stuck in a holding pattern in terms of moving me over there. I’m saving, selling and condensing everything down for the big flight. I’ve found an airline that’ll let me take more luggage for a modest fee with some extra benefits on top, so I’m looking at getting everything I want to take with me aside from clothes on a bookcase, and just selling the rest. If I wasn’t so attached to so many things, it’d be easy.
A lot of it is media, things that I could download and watch, or burn and play. Things like the Blood Omen series, or Ace Combat, or my TNA DVDs. Honestly, a lot of it is stuff that are fandoms of mine and as such are difficult to let go. A lot of it is also things that I can’t sell until I know I’m approved; things like my motorcycle and my PC.
I am looking around my room, the room that has been the same since I was six years old. Same wallpaper, same Artex walls and ceiling. Same door with the silly Splash Plastic sticker I put on it when I was bored one day. Almost all the furniture has changed, but I’m a man that thrives on things remaining the same. Push one boundary at a time.
I’m going from being a single 25 year-old male living in his parents house (while paying board) with a steady 30-45 hour job, to a 26 year-old married man living on another continent with no immediate employment or income.
If I said I wasn’t afraid I would be not only lying, I would be a fool. But then I ask myself this; how can I have courage if I’m not afraid in the first place? I love her, and that’s all I need to know.