can.”
“But if you do it for me and it doesn’t end up working
out-”
“It will work. And if, on the super slim, very tiny, almost
impossible chance that it doesn’t, then I’ll have had this new
experience. If you’re extremely worried about it, I can just rent
my place out instead of selling it. That way, I’ll still have it. I
don’t need to do that for me, but if you want me to, I can. If I
sold it, it wouldn’t be a big deal to find something else. Not
that I would have to. I just want- I want you to know that it’s
not a big deal for me. Leaving my parents would be the
hardest, but they’d be fine with me flying back for holidays
and video chatting and calling them the rest of the time. They
know that I’m a grown woman and that means having my own
life, even if it’s away from them. Plus, I’d have your family
here. I know that my parents would be comfortable coming
here for visits too.”
“But your job. You love your job.”
“I do love my job. I couldn’t get a transfer, but that’s okay.
I’d find something else that I loved just as much, even if it
took a while and I had to work at something I didn’t like as
much in the meantime. That’s fine with me.”
“But that’s a lot. It’s a lot of change.”
“I know it is. If you mean it’s too soon, then I kind of
know that too. Which is why I’d get my own apartment. I
don’t want to push you or rush you into anything. For me, it
feels like it’s actually not soon at all because we had- we had
all those years together before. We have this foundation and
then there was this huge gap in my life without you. I don’t
want to make it sound like I’m desperate to try and make up