so short story long, when i was about seven, my family and i moved to england for about five years. and, of course, i developed a natural british accent. then i moved back home, but it didnt go away because ive only been really hanging out with my british crew (youtubers so in a way i have only been talking in british, hearing british, etc etc). my wife was british, jay was british, michael is british. and a few nights ago, me and michael (my boyfriend) were talking about... stuff. and he asked me how often i go to visit british, where my uncle lives. i explained that we go every great once in a while, me and my family do, but only about thee times a year. christmas somewhat, his birthday, and occasionally my mother's birthday. and michael suggested we move to britain.
WHAT
so yes. i am moving to britain. well... sort of. michael is already there, he left last night to go, and he is staying with my uncle (awkwarddd) until he buys a house. then i shall go. but to be completely honest, i dont want to move. seriously. my uncle is a complete jerk. and i would only be around 4023 miles closer to him. and to me, this sounds completely terrible, because of our memories together. yes, i know, the past is the past, remember only the future, blah, blah, blah, but i really. dont. want. to. go. and i told michael this. he tells me that it will be okay, we can always find new memories together- but then...
i already got an adoption scheduled to adopt a kid in a year or so. i cant just leave him. and michael says 'we can always adopt one in britain'. okay. yeah. sure. whatever.
ugghhh i dont even know anymore. im sorry for ranting, but this had been bothering me for three days now, and i can barely sleep, and i just need help...