njqt, I've posted my love story on here, but I'll do it again (just for you!)

I met the love of my life through mutual friends when he was visiting them. We were introduced, shook hands, and talked for about 3 minutes. He went back to Atlanta, and we got in touch through email. We fell in love online, and approximately one year later, he told me he got a job in Washington, DC, and would be moving about six months later.

I quit my job, packed my stuff, and moved from Little Rock to live with him. I have not had a single regret, 6 years later. Granted, it was only 1000 miles, not the same as moving to another country, but it would not have mattered. I would have moved anywhere to be with him.

I guess I'm more of a pragmatic, but deciding whether I should move to be with him, or he should move to be with me, was job-dependent. He has a Ph. D. in a fairly narrow field; I do not. So his earning potential is greater than mine, and in his field, the job opportunities (and especially promotion potential) for him limit the number and location of the jobs available.