There are some memories I have that stay clear and sharp and never seem to diminish with the passage of time.One such memory is of sitting on an airplane and realizing that I had less than two hours left until I landed in the Philippines for the first time.I had just spent the last 25hrs on planes and in airports, crossing vast seas that would take me to the other side of the world.It was the very first time I had ever left the US and I did it with absolutely no hesitation.I can remember it as clear as if it was yesterday.And why did I do it ?To meet a man that I had never seen in person but who had already laid claim to my heart.For the first time it dawned on me that this particular adventure was a little crazy.I just smiled though cause I knew with every ounce of my being that it was the best decision I had ever made.Since that day I have only fallen deeper in love with each passing day.I don't know why the one for me is 9000 miles away but there is no doubt that he's my perfect fit