When I was 9, we moved to this horrible place in the country after living in places like Adelaide and Sydney. When I was 15 Mum took me to my first Aussie Rules Football game (my Lions lost, but who cares) and I decided that my chosen destination to escape this rural hell was going to be Brisbane.
Tomorrow is my last day here
I'm moving to a really nice suburb near the Brisbane CBD (and the Gabba lol) where I have always wanted to live (in fact, just down the street from the motel where I always stayed on weekends for Lions games). All it took was a lot of hard work and the willingness to fight for what I wanted (I told my boss I either got a transfer to Brisbane or next year I was goneski, remembering I work in a job where training takes at least 6-12 months. He got me my transfer pretty quickly).
So don't EVER give up, dreams coming true is very, VERY possible.