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I'm going to San Fransisco on Wednesday for 5 days to spend Valentine's Day with the boyfriend. Things with us are going perfectly, despite the distance. It's unbelievable. I remember when I was living in Arizona, I would sit on my couch and think about how much I missed him and how perfect we were together. How I never thought in a million years we would go for it again. I'm so incredibly happy.

With that, I'm moving there. Not extremely soon or anything. But I am picking up a second job to hopefully work 55-60 hours a week to reel in more income. My goal is to be out of Illinois by June 1, if not sooner. But June 1 is probably more accurate. Granted, Chicago is and always will be my home, it's just not giving me what I'm looking for right now. Finding friends who were reliable was hard for a while, and I have since given up. Work has been fruitless. Lack of good jobs, well, lack of jobs available for people with little college - even though I am skilled in everything I apply for. Why is it the only interviews I get involve dogs or sex toys? I hate that that is the only experience I really have.

But its okay. Everything that has happened here has brought me closer to him and I am completely okay with that.