Love in the time of recession

Right now, I really feel like banging my head on a wall.

Why oh why did I never listen to my friends' advice about long distance relationships? How could I have been so idealistic and assuming that everything would be peachy keen in the end?

After one happy year, everything is just going down too fast and too soon. I've been pondering on this for the past couple of days and now that plans are finally being defined, here I am with the jitters. At the back of my mind, I knew it wasn't going to be as easy as packing bags, leaving town, and starting a new life here. I blame myself partly for discounting that part of reality which I am now facing. It's gonna take at least another six months for all variables to be settled, and after already waiting for the past six months, I'm not quite sure if I can finish this dragging journey.

It's been fun, but it's also been exhausting. The idea of living a restricted but free kind of social life has become boring. Moreover, the uncertainty of the end result is even adding more pressure to the situation.

Is it worth it? I don't know. But really, how do you measure a year?
And what do you do once you've realized it's been wasted waiting for something you can no longer wait for?