Ok...I know I've probably told this story a thousands times. But my risk was my move to Dallas also 2 years ago.
When I finally made up my mind that I was coming to Texas, my mom was dead set against it. My car wasn't working at the time and she wanted me to move back to New Orleans till it was fixed. I love my mom,but I knew if I'd gone back to New Orleans a)I'd never leave and b)I'd would die(emotionally)
My guy friend was also dead set against it. He wanted me to move with him in Georgia. As good as the offer sounded, the thought of someone else wanted to move in with them to take care of me,just didn't sit well with me.
So June of 2001, with no job and a little bit of money, I moved to Texas to prove to my mom and my friend that I could make it own my own. June 2003, will be my 2nd year in Teaxs. Both my mom and my friend are proud and amazed at all the stuff I have accomplished since I've been here. And to tell you the truth,I'm proud of myself too
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