Day 1

Sorry about the absence for the last few days, work has been insane. I am hoping to post every Monday at around midday

Moving Day

I have to be crazy, I must be to agree to do what I’m doing. I’m currently sitting in my now virtually empty bedroom, the only thing left is furniture.

I’ve been having moments over the past week ever since he left, I’ve been convincing myself that I’m doing the right thing or I’m having moments when I freak out thinking I can’t do it. At this point in time I’m sitting here staring at my suitcases until I have to leave wondering if he’s all worth it.

“KELLY! It’s time to go!” my mum yelled out and I took a deep breathe before standing up and grabbing both of my suitcases, which is a real struggle considering one of the wheels is broken on one.

Both of my parents had taken the day off work so they could drive me to the airport and say goodbye, my sister was a different story however. She was too busy doing whatever she liked doing during the week to see me off.

The drive to the airport is exactly 52 minutes from my house, 52 minutes was long enough to think over again if I was doing the right thing.

My phone beeped and when I looked at it and saw that I had a message from him, the feeling I felt at reading it was enough to know that I was doing the right thing. I was moving half way across the world because I was in love with him and my parents were behind me 100%, they had said if things turned sour I would always have my room at home.

It was 9 months ago when I first met Carter, he had come into to work with the idea of buying some wine for his prospective clients and I was helping him. I was also talking complete and absolute shit to him, I honestly thought he was buying what I was saying and trying to sell him but then he laughed at me and I couldn’t help but frown and it was then when he explained himself. He knew exactly what he wanted but he wanted the chance to talk to a beautiful girl for a change.

After he left, I spent who knows how long of my shift talking about him with the girls and it was a week later he returned. Again I spent time talking to him about who knows what but at least this time we had moved on from wine to whiskey, something I was a bit more confident in and this time when he left he left with a bottle of whiskey and my number in tow.

At the time I knew he had an accent but little did I know he was here on business instead of moving here. For the next two months we spent every free time we could together with the hopes of getting to know each other better.

It wasn’t until the first two months were up that he told me he had to return home, New York City to be exact. My heart broke a little at the idea of hearing him say he lives in New York while I was stuck in some town an hour away from Melbourne, Australia.

We agreed to stay in contact and be friends but unfortunately for me I was falling for him a little bit more each and every day and the longer it went on the more it was hurting that he was gone and I couldn’t have him.

Fast forward 6 months or so and he turned up in hopes of surprising me and god was I surprised, he surprised me at work with the most stunning bouquet of flowers and I stood there in the middle  of the store completely speechless while my two closest friends were in the corner gushing over the moment.

Turns out he was hating the distance as much as I was, he wanted me to move to New York so I could be with him. Some people would think I was crazy for doing what I agreed to do but I was in a job that was alright and I had nothing but my friends and family tying me to Melbourne.

My parents said if I truly felt something towards Carter then I should, why should I give up on the chance of love and my friends? Well some of them were jealous that I was moving to New York while the others were unsure about the whole move in general, they thought after a month I would get sick of him and pick up to move back home to Melbourne and I was worried that they were right.

I was almost 24 and I had never been one for relationships, my longest relationship was just a little under a year and even then that was long distance. He was in the army while I was stuck at home wondering what the hell he was doing.

But yet here I was falling hard for Carter and I was scared but I was taking a risk by moving in with him, he promised me he would make it as easy as possible for me to make the transition and I didn’t know if I was grateful, I guess I would find out once I was there.

“I’m going to miss you so much Kelly” I hugged my mum, we were standing outside the security gates for the international flights and this was the last point I could change my mind.

“I’ll miss you too mum”

“Remember, you can always come home if need be”

“I know mum, thank you” I hugged her once more before hugging my dad and heading through security before boarding my plane.

By the time I made it to New York I was exhausted, all I wanted to do was sleep but I had to wait for my suitcases and then make my way out and find Carter but I was just glad it nearing midnight and not that many people would be here.

I had been to New York City before and I was excited, this time I was incredibly nervous. I was pushing the trolley out not knowing what to do if for some reason Carter had been lying to me and he got his shits and giggles by leading on poor innocent girls.

It was then I spotted him, looking him incredibly handsome in what he was wearing and there was a part of me that thought he was worried about something. Maybe he was worried about the same thing I was? I admit it took forever for my second suitcase to come out and I was worried it had gotten lost along the way.

“Hi…” I spoke softly and it was all I got in before he wrapped his arms around me and placed his lips against mine.