relocating for love, relocate for love

I wasn’t a big believer in, “When you know, you know”—until I met Marc. I knew from the way he nervously asked me out, and the silly train ride to my hometown, that he was my soul mate. I also knew that he would go back to California, as my life went on in Helsinki.
  Three months later, we were in New York skating in Central Park; a month later, following a five-day visit, we knew one of us had to relocate.

Months passed, and I was in a Los Angeles diner trying to hold back tears after Marc and I had one of many arguments. As soon as we were finally together, we seemed to constantly rub each other the wrong way. And although I was having coffee with a friend, I felt utterly alone.

Turns out I wasn't alone. After meeting Rinat and Amy, both of whom had relocated for love, I realized that we had all lived through the same experience. Out of that realization came these valuable pieces of advice that I wish I had known before I booked my one way ticket to relocate for love: