You're moving too fast, frames can't catch you when you're moving like that...

My two week trip to Boston turned into a permanent move. The game plan had been that I would stay in Doylestown, PA, the rest of the summer and move in September. However, if you know me, when I am NOT medicated...You know, very well, I am unable to stay in this town very long.

Unfortunately, for me, Dtown has been a place I come to when I become ill. So, mentally it is hard to stay here when I am recovering. My life, my education, my professional contacts, my friends, my heart, is in Boston.

So, with that being said. I signed a lease. And will begin to move in; hopefully, towards the end of next week.

A lot of people have voiced, that this move is too soon. I am two months shy from being out of transplant. So around day +60ish. And for most people who have experienced, are about to experience a stem cell transplant, or who have cared for someone undergoing this treatment -- you have a right to think this is abnormal, or insane, or too much. And if you are a SCT warrior, recoving from transplant -- I must stress...This is not normal.

I guess when it comes down to it, I pride myself on -- being unique, abnormal, walk to the beat of my own drummer kinda gal :) And in this instance, it is true again. A lot of friends and family have stressed that I need to relax, not rush back to life, ect. ect. And, though I take all of this advice and guidance to heart. And truly appreciate all of your kind words. I do know, what is best for me.

Part of me, during this recovery time feels the poetic irony. That I feel stronger, and want more in life, after each illness, each obstacle, each hardship. I want to fight and bounce back harder, than the last. I want more of myself, of my friends, of my future. The harder the experience, the more I want to prove to myself, that I can still achieve and accomplish more than I, even imagined.

And the wants in me, churns my passion, which stirs energy, which in turn creates a path and the drive to move back to Boston. To leave behind not only the third illness, but the second, and the first, and the memories that came with all of them. A lot of people have asked, 'Are you sure you want to go back? So soon? Are you ready?'

So am I?

I've even been told that I should take this third disease, this hit, as a sign. That maybe I should stay in my small hometown, find a job here, and settle.

For some, who experience transplant, this is a viable option. But, not for me. My world is in Boston, my future students are in Boston, my dearest friends are in Boston, my masters degree is in Boston. My life, that I've been patiently waiting for... is in Boston.

So while other's are saying, 'Bek, you're moving too fast.'

My response is -- Honey, I should be there, already.

So sit tight loves, I will be fine. And although, some of you feel this is too soon. Too much, too quick, too overwhelming. It's just right for me. And in the end, that's all that really matters.

Here's to a new future,
Here's to a new life.
L'chiam!

- B