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I tried for a long time to will myself out of my "city". I tried to be other places mentally. I pushed for moves. I pushed for change. And all the while, I wasn't watching and he was succeeding. I was taking class after class, lusting for independence and he was succeeding. And one morning I awoke to his success. In a city where young poeple leave and bemoan their lack of oppurtunity he carved out a niche for himself that I'd never dreamed possible. So in February 2007 I no longer live off of his parents or my parents money. He is so successful, my own career choices are no longer driven my a need for independence because that's not what I need. That's what I always had. I find solace in myself. Alone. In stories and imagiined plot twists. And now I no longer have to do that.

With days left before he embarks on a future so big it carries me if I so choose, I have to tout him as a visionary, as a man who gets things accomplished. His feet are on the ground and they always have been. It does not matter where I have been to him. It was a long three years and it was harder than anyone ever knew. He gets his rewards, which are many. I get hope and a chance for a life I'd never dreamed possible. To say I am in awe of him would be an understatement. What a silly, silly girl I've been.