the boy is mine part three (rojie’s version)

LINK: boy is mine part three (rojie’s version)

Prequel: the boy is mine part two

I didn’t want to move to Texas. The thought of heading down South felt daunting. I can’t handle heat well, granted I’m always cold thanks to my anemia, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be hot either. On top of that, we didn’t know a single person there.

Brian, our other roommate, who started couch surfing at our place was the complete opposite. He was a die-hard fan of country music, steaks, Caucasian women with blonde hair, and the whole “everything’s better in Texas” attitude.

Nick was the one who made the pitch, he said that it could be our chance to start over, to live an adventurous life. I mean… he did have a point. We were very comfortable in Chicago and we had a routine locked down—clubbing, drinking, eating, working, and doing it all over again.

Yummy and I retreated to our room to think it over. When we sat down to talk about it, we shared that nothing was really holding us back. We didn’t have family, kids, or property. What if Dallas was better than Chicago? We won’t know unless we tried, right?

Later that evening, Gongju announced that she and Nick would fly out to Texas to scope things out, to see if it would be worthwhile for us to all move.

I’ll be honest but that week when they were gone, it was one of the most peaceful moments Yummy and I had in a long time. No one bossing us around or trying to manipulate us. I secretly hoped that Gongju would hate Texas and come back telling us that it was a no-go. But when they returned, they were sold on the idea of moving. They told us all the amazing things about Dallas—how rent was much cheaper, the people were more friendly, and there were so many cool places to explore. She also told us that she put down a deposit for a two bedroom flat in an upscale neighborhood.

After little consideration, we took the plunge. We started packing our belongings and tried to be optimistic about our new place.

I can’t tell you what Gongju did with her place, but I didn’t care. It was her problem, not mine…