Literally. Follow your heart. This saying was so cliched to me until recently. About a month ago, sitting in my boyfriend’s apartment he gave me some huge news. “My job is relocating me to Ottawa,” he said. My first thoughts went to his family, who are from there and how he would get to go home and be with his family, his friends, everything that is familiar to him. My next thoughts went to my family. I had moved to this city two years ago, only an hour away from my family, but still a huge step for me. I had a big decision to make. Do I stay here, play it safe like I always did but lose the love of my life? Or do I go along for the ride? Go somewhere where I didn’t know my way around, didn’t have a job and had to rely on him for basically everything. As a fiercely independent (and I mean fiercely independent) female, this was scary. I like my space. I like my bed. I like eating dinner at 8:00PM while watching Rookie Blue in my over sized PJs with no bra on.