I swore I’d never move to Ottawa.
No matter how often the idea came up, I’d dig my heels in and say I wasn’t going, you can’t make me. I’ve lived in Ottawa now for almost sixteen years, and I’ve never regretted the decision.
I’ve sworn I’d never move to Toronto. Anywhere else in the country — even Moncton, which I hate with an unreasonable passion — is open to consideration. But never, ever Toronto. I won’t go, and you can’t make me. So there.
Now I find myself actually actively considering moving to Toronto. With no qualms, no questions, no second-guessing. I’d move in a shot and not feel like I was coerced. Sixteen years of stubborn refusal and now no resistance at all. It took the Universe eight years to convince me to move to Ottawa. It’s not surprising that it’s taken twice that to change my mind about Toronto.
The moral? Never say never. You’re just asking the Universe to prove you wrong. And it will, even if it takes years. The Universe always wins out in the end, one way or another, so you might as well go gracefully.