Tuesday, June 07, 2011

The home stretch

I am so fabulously lucky. I met an amazing man who fell in love with me, despite being separated by an ocean and thousands of miles. Not only did we conquer the small statistical probability of us ever meeting, but we then continued to reign victorious over the difficulties associated with mixing cultures and an ongoing long-distance relationship. FOR SIX YEARS. We developed understandings about "putting the suitcase in the boot", "carrying a fanny pack", "a minging hairdo on a slapper", "getting my bangs cut", "going out on me tod", "what's up?!" and "football." And it's been lovely.

Still, I dream of more. More days spent with my Sweetheart, more adventures, more memories, more happiness. And so we were married 24 October 2010 in the hopes of really being together, more than just a few months of the year. And now we're in the home stretch, having submitted Noel and my applications to the British Consulate. All that's left to do is to wait....just a little bit more...