Well, I did it. Tuesday,finally, after dwelling on the repercussions and worrying about our relationship later on, I told my Mom that I'm moving to Vancouver next September. Actually, more like she asked if I knew anything new and I told her what I knew. Yikes!
But hey, it could've been worse. I mean, she didn't yell or burst into tears (although there was a moment). But she isn't happy but will find a way to deal with. Today, we started the process a little and we will have a talk. Which we need and will be good.
It'll all work out in the end.