Timing

My life is all about timing. Lately, it seems to be all bad. Why must things that you really wanted to happen occur at the worst possible time? Is that fate? Cruel fate? God must have one wicked bad sense of humor.

I've felt increasingly torn about my decision to move to Vancouver. On one hand, or one and a half hands, I am really excited about the whole thing. I have never lived in another city before and Vancouver is definately the city I would choose first.
On the remaining fingers of that hand is where the problem comes in.

Those that know me, should know that I am not good with girls. Terrible actually. So why is it that when things actually start going my way, I have to leave? What is the possible bright side of this to be looking at? I see none. I can tell that she is having a really hard time with it as well. Is it better to just end it now and not deal with the heartache?

Life is a bitch...