In order for this to work, we both have to be sussessful. We both have to have our shit together. it's the A personality kind of thing, baby.
And the best thing for him is to move and continue working for Google, when Google wants him back. We both know it, and as hard as it may be - we're rational adults - and we have to do what's best for both of us. After all - flights to London are cheaper than my lingerie, just 40 Eur return, and there's wifi on the plane, God bless Norvegian airlines.
I can't believe this is happening so fast. I can't believe I can feel something again. I guess, once you know - you know. And I bloody know I'll marry him someday. I knew it when I was kicking him out of my apartment when my parents showed up at my door unnanounced: I knew I didn't want them to meet this way, 'cause I really want my parents to be happy for us.
Berlin is a dream, and nobody stays here forever. its a Peter Pan's Neverland and its time for us to grow up, and go places where businesses make money. London, Moscow, Tel Aviv. Let's make MS work. and then the world is our oyster.