Now

(from a diary entry I wrote on May 18, 2013)

Three years ago, I never envisioned myself to be where I am now. Sitting on a cot in a hospital room thousands of miles away from home while the love of my life is lying in the bed next to me connected to drips and drains. If you said to me three years ago that this is where I would be right now, I wouldn't have believed you. I'd have said "Pfft, in three years I will be back at home in LA from university partying it up with my friends or with my new college boyfriend." If you told me this two years ago, I would've said you were crazy. I'd have said, "In two years, Alex and I will be sitting on a beach in LA." If you told me this last year, I'd have said, "No, Alex is perfectly fine. Next year he'll be helping me move out of my dorm and we will be on our way back to LA." The funny thing is, a lot can change in three years. Your whole life can change in three years. Sometimes it can lead to unexpected things that make your life much better. Other times, it can lead you down paths you never really wanted to walk. I can't say for sure where I'll be three years from now. I could be sitting in a beach house in Malibu. I could be sipping tea in London. I could be in a library in San Diego. But where I want to be is lying in bed with Alex, talking about whether we'll get burgers or a pizza for lunch. No problems. No worries. Just us. But three years is a long time. Your whole life can change in three years.