So twenty years ago today, I flew across the country. It was a flight that would change my life for a very long time. I left my family. I left my friends. I left my 6 year old son. I left for a man. I left for adventure. I left for freedom. I left to run away. I ran away from my mom and responsibilities and life as I knew it at that time. The problem with doing that is the fact that it catches up with you eventually. This is not an unfamiliar story. We all have a story. They are all personal and they are all important.
So like ya, I met this guy online when online was new. I worked in an IT department on the west coast and he worked in an IT department on the east coast. "Hey, check out this world wide web thing and get back to me..." Welcome to the Peach Web chat room. BAM! Instant love. We were famous within the small Peach Web community. Hello the one I've been waiting for,... well, infatuation, intrigue, excitement, opportunity something to save me from the life I already knew at that moment. After about 6 weeks of talking, emailing, snail mailing and "getting to know each other", I paid for a plane ticket across the country to meet this man, the man of my dreams in a place far far away from all the heartache I had so recently experienced. It was exhilarating. The ability to run away from insanity had a hold on me. A 5 day trip turned into 10. I had already decided I was moving. I remember sitting at my kitchen table with my son's father and my young 5 year old son hearing him say "There's no way you are taking him" and me saying "Fine. YOU do it for a while and I'll be the part time parent". My little boy cried and grabbed onto my leg. His dad walked out and just said "You're ridiculous". My son looked at me wth his big blue tear filled eyes. "Don't you worry," I said. "Everything is going to be fine. Trust me." The problem was that I didn't trust myself.
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