The answer to the question I was pondering earlier is
Absolutely, you all were right and I knew it when I read your comments. Yes, I want to go, live in Europe, and give it a try just because if I don't I'll always wonder, "What if?" I refuse to live my life with regrets weighing me down. I also feel that itch to do it and I'm drawn to go down that path for some reason or another.
Coming to that yes nearly brought me to tears. I felt relieved as if a huge weight floated off of me. The other emotions were a mix of awe, fear, wonderment, and questions galore. I had to talk to Jon about this and I did. Unfortunatly though, telling him left me with even more questions and fears. Jon doesn't exactly share my enthusiasm for galavanting off to another continent. At furthest he'd considering moving to (at least at this point) is Vancouver, Canada.
So... here I am with an idea to go, no clue what I'm getting myself into, and the definite possibility my boyfriend, who I thought I would marry, won't follow. I don't know what this all means for my future at all. However, I do have great, well informed, friends and I hope you don't all mind if I draw strength and knowledge from you fabulous people. Thank you for putting up with me to this point. Hope you don't mind helping me jump on this ride.
Ps- Leo is doing much better! Back to his normal self. Thank you all for the kind comments and Leo appreciates them too. :)