Meant to Be

CHAPTER 1- BYE BYE BOSTON

It had been three years since my graduation from Yale and three years since I had broken things off with Logan by turning down his proposal. At the time, I just could not seem to wrap my head around a marriage when all I had ever dreamed of was setting off on my own path. A path that would lead me to a career in journalism where I would have the freedom to go wherever a story lead without the burden of worrying about anyone holding me back.

Is that what I thought of him? A burden? Holding me back from chasing after my dreams? Three years removed from that fateful day and I couldn't help but marvel at just how different my life looked. After graduation I applied for any and every journalism job I could find and after several excruciatingly long months I finally had a position as a journalist for a major paper in Boston. I packed up my things, said a tearful goodbye to my mom, Luke, Grandma and Grandpa and headed to Boston to begin my new life.

Moving to Boston was going to be the fresh start I needed. I would be embarking on the career I always dreamed of in a city that didn't remind me of all that I had given up. My dad and Gigi living in the city was a welcome luxury and afforded me not only a place to live but an opportunity to connect with the family I felt I had missed out on. I had spent the first few weeks in Boston acclimating to the city and making the Guest House on my dad's property my own little sanctuary and spending time with my baby sister.

The job at the Boston Herald was going well by all accounts. I was able to write what I wanted without too much interference from my editors. I made contacts in the city and was really finding my groove in the features department and even made a few really great friends that helped subside the longing I felt for my friends and family back home.

From the outside looking in, I had it all. A job I was good at, friends and family that cared about me and a hopefulness that I was finally achieving all that I had dreamed of. That's why it caught me off guard when I woke up one spring morning and saw the announcement in the paper:

Huntzberger Media Heir Set to Marry Finance Tycoon's Daughter

That's all it took. One headline and I was in full panic attack mode. I couldn't read beyond the headline, it was too much to take in. Logan Huntzberger had moved on and was getting married and I was sitting here with a job I enjoyed and not much else to show for the three and half years we had spent apart. I headed to work that day but I felt like a weight was pulling me down, a cloud was hanging over my head and any other colloquial saying to describe my total and utter disappointment. I did my best to put on a brave face and faked my way through a few meetings that week but I could not escape the funk.

This went on for a few weeks and I could tell that my dad and GiGi were starting to worry. My dad felt awkward to bring things like this up to me since we hadn't spent much time together while I was growing up. We were building a really great relationship but we weren't at the "heartfelt talk" stage at this point.

Seeing me in this funk caused my dad to pick up the phone and let my mom know that something was up with me. She called me that night and tried her best to pull me out of the doom and gloom I had been in.

"Hey daughter of mine, long time no chat," she said.

"Hi Mom. I've been really busy with work and I know that's no excuse but I was planning on giving you a call soon," I lied to her.

She didn't buy it but moved the topic along anyway.

"So, what's going on? Your dad mentioned that you seemed upset and no Gilmore Girl I know should waste away in a somber mood when there was movies to watch, coffee to drink and takeout to eat" she exclaimed.

"I don't know mom," I hesitated, "I just feel like my life is missing something. Work is everything I ever wanted but I don't know ... I guess I maybe don't feel like I'm fulfilled or where I should be this far out of college" It felt good to finally be honest.

"Aww hun, I don't like hearing that. You've already accomplished so much in such a short time. Stop overanalyzing everything and just enjoy the journey."

She was right. I was an overanalyzing, pro/con list making, worry wart. But this felt like something more than that. After a few moments of silence I finally uttered the words that shocked me when I heard them come out.

"I don't think I want to work in journalism anymore," I blurted out covering my hand over my mouth to try to get the words to come back in, but it was too late. I had said it and to be quite honest, I had meant every word of it.

My mom was probably even more caught off guard than I was but she did her best to support me.

After putting in my two week's notice I said a teary goodbye to my dad and Gigi, packed up my things in the Guest House and headed back to Connecticut. The drive was long and gave me too much time alone to think. I was no longer Rory Gilmore, Boston Herald Reporter. I was Rory Gilmore, Unemployed twenty-five year old. 

Authors Note: This story is a ROGAN it is just going to take a little time to get there. I love the build up and I hope you will too. Please leave me a comment and let me know what you think.