Well, it is official, I am moving to the states, however, plans have slightly changed.
A few weeks ago I got the call from the lady I was suppose to be heading down to work for. She was having a hard go of things, some of her canadian clients had pulled out of her training program due to the fact she wasn't planning on returning after winter. Thus, she kind of had the rug pulled out from under her right as she was heading down to Texas, and found herself with very few horses in training and not really sure what she was going to do. She obviously wasn't in a very good place, and as I listened to her talk about what had been going on my heart totally sank. Then, towards the end of her conversation she said, "Don't worry, we're going to get you down here, it just wont be with me for right now."
So, a week or two later I was talking to another cutting horse trainer, one of three she had scouted out for me to work for. She said he was my best bet, and the best out of the three. He is out of Weatherford, Texas... pretty much Mecca of the Cutting Horse world... and so, I found myself jumping right in and just doing it, the one-way ticket is booked. I'm planning on going down there, we'll figure out if we're a good fit for eachother and if we are, he'll sponsor me. If not, I can also go work with that same lady come January in Arizona, just like we had planned.
The same day I booked my flight for October 8 into Dallas-Fort Worth, a girl that I have on facebook who leans more towards the hippie side of things posted this very "typical girl photo" on her wall. For weeks, as I've been planning this move I've seen stylized photos popping up everywhere with the same message as this one. All her friends started commenting "Ya Girl, One Day We'll Get There!", "Peace & Love, Get in your Car & GO", etc. etc. and I was just sitting in my room, scared shitless, wanting to type "Maybe you guys should actually try this, and realize it's not as mystical and magical as it seems", truth is, I wasn't seeing a lot of romance in moving to a far-away state, in another country, to work for someone I have never, ever met. As I hit "Continue" to pay for my flight, my stomach must have flipped 16 times before I felt like I could stand up again.
This is real. Holy Heck.
However, that same day, as I was rolling my eyes at hippies and girly-girls, I went for Chinese with a friend, and retrieved this fortune from my fortune cookie...
... so maybe the Universe is trying to tell me to stop judging others, just suck it up and jump right in.
The Universe is, of course, right. I've been looking around at my situation and although I love my friends and family dearly (and Jingle the mostest, oh god, leaving him, i can't even), it's time for me to jump into some change.