ireland

So I leave on June 7 to go to Ireland for a job interview! Mom's meeting me in NY and we're flying over together. In many ways, I'd really love to get this job, though I don't know if I'm really truly ready for something this big. I'd have to try, though, it'd be amazing. So, would my boy come with me. I just don't darn know. Saturday and onto Sunday morning I was saying, this is it. Once our lease is up, I'm outta here, can't handle it. Then Sunday afternoon he's all wonderful. I just don't know. I should probably get while the gettin's good, I just worry about him... a lot. Which I don't like, but I worry, that's my job. He tells me this morning he really does appreciate me for everything I do. And he's also said many times that he probably would have ended it all had it been for me. So that puts me in a tight spot, eh? I know leaving him is probably the best thing to do for me, BUT what about him. I just don't know. I don't think he's manipulating me but I do worry that if I left him, he would feel he didn't owe anybody anything anymore and would end his life the next time his career hit another brick wall.
Well, all I can do is take it one day at a time and enjoy life as best I can, especially Ireland! I can't wait to take a ferry to the Aran Islands! Sigh. It'll be nice to have this break.