Two months later I found myself walking the streets of Glasgow, having a hotel room all to myself, and laughing the days away while exploring with Helen.
I knew this was what I needed. Time alone. Time to grow, stretch, reach—on my own. It was during those ten days in the UK that I decided to search for opportunities to au pair...
What I learned, most of all from that brilliant, inspiring trip, was that when things are meant to be, they don't have to be forced; things will fall into place when you let them.
This is one of the biggest things I struggle with; "Letting go & letting God," as my sweet mother would say.
But I'm trying. Lord knows I'm trying. And so far, I think I'm making progress, or hope so, at least. Bit by bit. Piece by piece. My heart is starting to pace itself; my mind is starting to relax.
Now—after having faith and patience—I find myself here. It's more wonderful than I could have ever imagined or planned.
And that's why I'm no longer a hopeless romantic; rather, my heart is overflowing with hope.