I'm Moving to Europe!!
The last month has been an absolute whirlwind. Right now I am supposed to be a wife. A barefooted housewife pottering around the kitchen preparing dinner for my hubby in a humble log cabin nestled in a tiny town in South Africa. When I envision this, I am already one month pregnant. Probably a son. I'd have called him Maverick (no, not after the strip club which said hubby would more than likely frequent... after a wave. A very big wave to surf in California. There's the surfer girl coming out in me!) Instead, I am more free than I have ever been. "Don't ask her why she needs to be so free... she will tell you it is the only way to be." I have paid off all of my debt, snipped up my account cards, resigned from my job of three years, given notice at my gorgeous flat where I can lie in bed and listen to the ocean roaring at night. I opened up my life savings and instead of doing what I normally do (buying flights to some exotic paradise like Siargao in the Philipp...