I Was 19 Years Old

I'd met and fallen in love with someone who lived on the West Coast; I lived in New England.  We communicated by letter and e-mail and phone for a while, then he came out to visit me, and a few months later, I went out to visit him.  A couple months after THAT, I packed up all my things and flew across the country.   It was one of the scariest and most exciting things I've ever done.

12 1/2 years later, we've long since broken up, but we're still very good friends, and I have no regrets.

chanterella chanterella
31-35, F
2 Responses Oct 6, 2006

You only live once.

Good story. It takes guts to do what you really want! My respect to you.