TITLE: No One Else Comes Close
AUTHOR: Kerry Johnston
EMAIL: Kerry316uk2001@yahoo.co.uk
RATING: Ummm suitable for all I guess
CONTENT: Not sure yet, may be some swearing
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: I move to New York and my whole life changes
DISCLAIMER: I own this story and I own myself. The McMahon's own themselves
and everyone else belongs to WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask if you wish to put it up elsewhere.
Authors note: Well, I'm not insane perhaps I just spend a bit too much time dreaming and not enough time in reality?
The Story Behind The Big Move
I was lying in bed thinking of the past three years and what had happened. It had certainly been a rollercoaster of a ride but yet here I was with the love of my life laying beside me, he gently stirred in his sleep and I smiled to myself thinking it could have been all so different. What if I'd have never moved to New York and never met him? What if I'd have decided to stay in Suffolk over in boring old England?
I'd grown up in Suffolk, in a small little town which hardly anybody knew even existed. Don't get me wrong, I liked my life in Suffolk, but it was always so boring and uneventful, I don't think I ever truly felt as if I belonged. The people were nice, my family meant everything to me but yet I'd always longed for something more.
By the time I was twelve years old I had decided on my "life plan" as I had called it. I wanted to stay on at school for years 12 and 13 and study for my A-levels. Then when I was 18 and I had finished school I was going to do my nursing training, which would take three years, work for a further two years as a qualified nurse at the nearest hospital, then one day just announce to my family that I was off, going to live and work in America for the rest of my life. By the time I was twenty-four I wanted to be in the good ol' US of A. My Grandmother's death when I was just sixteen hit me very hard and only reinforced my dream of making it in the USA, I was so close to her and it came as an enormous shock perhaps part of me wanted to run away from that. Run away from her constant memory.
Here I was at twenty-seven years old and I had achieved everything I set out too, only by this age I certainly hadn't planned on marrying and settling down, let alone marrying my teenage-crush. I thought back to when I met him.
I had recently celebrated my 23rd birthday over in England with my family and friends, it was there I had announced that I had brought a one-way ticket to America; needless to say everyone was shocked. They all knew it had always been my plan, but I don't think anybody believed me, I was the most shy and quiet person that they knew. They couldn't grasp that Kerry, that shy and naïve little girl that they once knew was leaving for good. My parents were slightly upset, though they never tried to stop me, they always knew it was my dream to live and work as a nurse in New York City. I think it pained them to know that their only child was going to be living thousands of miles away for the rest of her life, sure they could come to visit as often as they wanted and I would make the odd trip back to England, but it would never be the same and we realised that.
Authors note: Well, I'm not insane perhaps I just spend a bit too much time dreaming and not enough time in reality?
The Story Behind The Big Move
I was lying in bed thinking of the past three years and what had happened. It had certainly been a rollercoaster of a ride but yet here I was with the love of my life laying beside me, he gently stirred in his sleep and I smiled to myself thinking it could have been all so different. What if I'd have never moved to New York and never met him? What if I'd have decided to stay in Suffolk over in boring old England?
I'd grown up in Suffolk, in a small little town which hardly anybody knew even existed. Don't get me wrong, I liked my life in Suffolk, but it was always so boring and uneventful, I don't think I ever truly felt as if I belonged. The people were nice, my family meant everything to me but yet I'd always longed for something more.
By the time I was twelve years old I had decided on my "life plan" as I had called it. I wanted to stay on at school for years 12 and 13 and study for my A-levels. Then when I was 18 and I had finished school I was going to do my nursing training, which would take three years, work for a further two years as a qualified nurse at the nearest hospital, then one day just announce to my family that I was off, going to live and work in America for the rest of my life. By the time I was twenty-four I wanted to be in the good ol' US of A. My Grandmother's death when I was just sixteen hit me very hard and only reinforced my dream of making it in the USA, I was so close to her and it came as an enormous shock perhaps part of me wanted to run away from that. Run away from her constant memory.
Here I was at twenty-seven years old and I had achieved everything I set out too, only by this age I certainly hadn't planned on marrying and settling down, let alone marrying my teenage-crush. I thought back to when I met him.
I had recently celebrated my 23rd birthday over in England with my family and friends, it was there I had announced that I had brought a one-way ticket to America; needless to say everyone was shocked. They all knew it had always been my plan, but I don't think anybody believed me, I was the most shy and quiet person that they knew. They couldn't grasp that Kerry, that shy and naïve little girl that they once knew was leaving for good. My parents were slightly upset, though they never tried to stop me, they always knew it was my dream to live and work as a nurse in New York City. I think it pained them to know that their only child was going to be living thousands of miles away for the rest of her life, sure they could come to visit as often as they wanted and I would make the odd trip back to England, but it would never be the same and we realised that.