Past? Done. Present? Working on it. Future? Getting there.

Last night, as I slugged into bed three quarters asleep, I heard my phone ching. Dragging my hand from under my soft pillow and squinting in the foreign light, I looked at the message my best friend from the northern hemisphere had sent me...

"I might be moving again."

You may think: oh what's the big deal? It won't make a difference, you guys aren't even in the same hemisphere anyway, what's the big deal for you. But yes, this meager little statement woke my mind, brain, eyes, and heart. I'm very observant, so I saw that and thought she would've just brought it up in a conversation if she was just moving around the corner or to a different suburb, and it was 11.30pm a time she usually tells me to go to bed and refuses any less, and, the last thing, she kept it simple; too simple. There was no laughing, no "oh well", nothing just tension.

She then tells me that she's moving to California. This means:

1. There's no longer a 1 or 2 hour difference, it's now 10 hours.
2. Skyping will be a bitch and we can't just go to eachother when we need the other.
3. She's now going to be in a new place (sure she's vacationed there) and able to drive.
4. When she can't come to me, she'll turn to someone else and vice versa, time zones will be our enemy.

And there's many more silly excuses why I don't want her to go. Although, I want her to go:

• She'll get a much better education (no offense wales, but you suck).
• She'll be happier in the sun.
• She loves America and wanted to retire there anyway.
• I know it's where she belongs, even though she was born here, grew up in Wales, returned and returned once again back to Wales, she deserves to be American.

(If I'm sounding cheesy please virtually slap me)

So as I almost cried myself to sleep I remembered when I had said the university I wanted to go to, she chose to pursue that aswell. It wasn't something she had to think about, she just wanted it too.

The next day, the ENTIRE day, I learnt all that I could about the University of California. Everything looked amazing until i looked at the fees, oh my torn cows bum! My sister is currently at university and her fees come up to less than R 20'ooo but these fees for UC +insert scared face+ are just over $31'ooo which comes up to a lovely R 210'ooo. 

I felt like crying.. why the hell is america so expensive!!! I could never figure out why american parents were always scared for paying for college!!!

Well this morning, while procrastinating getting up out of bed, I realised that since I was born my parents have been managing a savings account for when I'm 18 and have to buy a car! So if I use that money for UniCa fees instead - I won't need to buy a car as I won't be driving it in SA anyway - then I can afford to go there! I can work a student job after class and over the summer holidays and I''ll have a loving family over there! Its perfect.. Except for one thing, my family over here.

They won't be too impressed if I just get up and leave em behind...

But first, to find out for sure that she is going then where she's going and if I'm still welcome into their family..
And people on't believe me when I say I overthink things.