Of Anywhere to Live In the USA I Chose Georgia?

So I am sitting at the computer writing this blog, listening to my husband in his "man cave" beating the heck out of his drums (which he's really good at), and I sometimes think to myself, "Why did I choose to live this life?"
If you don't know already, I was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. That is my home. I officially moved out of Texas and into middle Georgia a few weeks ago and so far I have no regrets.
It all started a little over a year ago. During the summer, I decided to visit my grandparents that live over here in Georgia and spend some quality time with them. I had a boyfriend at the time, too. So to not be away from him long, I decided to make my trip last from June 20th till July 20th. One day, my aunt, cousin, and I all planned to spend the weekend in Daytona Beach, Florida and my grandmother decided to be the "party pooper" and join us. She controlled pretty much everything we did and she even made us get up early Monday morning to go back to Georgia because, "We had to go to VBS (Vacation Bible School)." None of us were happy about that, either.
Looking back at that, I'm thankful for what my grandmother did. When I got to VBS, I felt so out of place. Everybody seemed to know each other there, and the only person I knew was my cousin. Being the outcast of the bunch, I decided to sit by myself and not talk to anybody the whole time. Interestingly enough, the guy next to me looked at me and the words that came out of his mouth were, "Who are you?". Not even in a friendly way, either! Well, now that guy is my husband.
During that week at VBS, him and I started to talk to each other, become friends, and after only three days of knowing each other we were completely crazy about one another. Remember in the beginning of this I said I had a boyfriend? Well after almost ten months of dating, I decided to end things with him. Its funny, because me and my now husband had only known each other for six days at the time. Many think that I'm crazy, but when you know that you're meant to be with somebody, you just know. Maybe it was the shooting star we saw together while walking outside, that Wednesday night, followed by the best first kiss I've ever had in my life. I am a person who believes in fate. Ryland and I were fated to be together. It took a lot of convincing to officially move from Texas to Georgia, and I do miss my family, but like I said. I have no regrets.