Howdy Doody all. Grocery shopping got put off, but I'm back to tell my story. I actually did another WW update the other day before I found this thread, but here it goes:
I'm Arica, 25, from Washington State. And my story isn't unlike a lot of other members here. I met my boyfriend on Social Me, an app on Facebook. We talked for about 6 months before we decided to meet up. I found myself (and a friend of mine at the time) on a plane to London in February 2009. We only spent 2 days together, but that seemed enough. 3 weeks later, he came to visit me for 10 days. We got on really well and had a fantastic time. From there we started to plan on when it was feasible to see each other next. We decided on June and at 23, I found myself flying over to a foreign country, on my own, which was to say the least, a bit daunting. It's funny how when we were apart for 2 months, we thought it was the longest, most agonizing time of our lives. Now, 2 months doesn't seem so long between visits (especially when some people on this board have been apart for far longer than that).
I stayed in Portsmouth with him and his family for 2 weeks. We went to the Isle of Wight Festival and to a family wedding. I met everyone and we all had a blast. They treated me like I was part of the family. Still warms my heart to think about it now.
When I returned to the USA, the plans for another trip started. I found myself going over to England again in July - this time for 3 months. Boy, the IO did not like that and I found myself detained for 7 hours (which is another story entirely). On this trip, talk of us seriously being together in the same country came up. He wanted to go back to uni, so it seemed logical that I would try to get some sort of visa to move to the UK. We began to look into it (this is how I came across UKY) while I was still on my 3 month visit, but found that work visas were extremely tough to get and marriage seemed like way forward. I was a bit hesitant at first, because I'd been there, done that before. But soon the hesitation wore off as I realized this was the man that I was meant to be with.
I returned home in October of 2009 and I kept up with UKY, researching visas, costs, life in the UK and all the goodness that comes with this board. Our next time together was December 2009, when he came to visit for Christmas. This time he met my entire family (I've got a massive family) and again, good times were had by all.
I work for my parents, so that helps when I want to make trips away. So in March of 2010, I found myself on another plane, landing in Heathrow. I was scheduled to stay for 3 weeks, but the volcano had other plans and I was able to stay for 2 more weeks. Back in February, my boyfriend had been accepted to the University of Sheffield, so for most of the time, he was studying and what not, and most importantly becoming stressed out. Our talk of a quicky marriage in Vegas was being pushed back further and I could tell that something was off. Call it woman's intuition, but I had a feeling that when I left in April, that things would change.
Fast forward to May and we had broken up (I left UKY around this time). I was completely heartbroken (not even my divorce was this bad), but still we maintained contact, like we always had. Speaking everyday, nothing was really different, except there were no plans to see each other again. And now, let's fast forward to June 2010. A friend of mine and I were sitting in a bar, moaning about our jobs and kind of our lives in general. We had this wild idea that we should just "get out of here." She thought England would be a good idea and I told her that visas were very hard to come across. I suggested Australia as our friends had recently received a one year working holiday visa for cheap (less than 300 dollars). We left our plan alone thinking that it was due to a day drinking session, but my friend kept bringing it up. So we bought our tickets to Oz in August, with plans to travel just before Christmas. My friend wanted to see the UK as she'd never traveled outside of the US (apart from a couple weeklong trips to Mexico and Canada), so we decided to hit up Dublin and London. As I mentioned before, I was still talking to my, then ex, boyfriend. He suggested that we come to Portsmouth for Christmas (and his mother insisted, saying that no one should spend the holidays in a hotel).
We landed at Heathrow on Christmas Eve and as soon as I saw him all those feelings came rushing back (not to say that they were ever gone, just buried, perhaps). Needless to say, our romance was rekindled over the holidays, but I still had to continue on with my plan to live in Australia for a year.
My friend and I arrived in Australia at the beginning of last month, but immediately I knew this wasn't where I wanted to be. You could say that our planning of this move wasn't thought out and I like to call it a whim. Within a week of being here, I had booked a trip back to England for June, plus my friend was doing my head in (she's a big drinker, me not so much, and that was cause for many fights - again, a completely different story). She became homesick and left at the beginning of February and here I am, in Oz, waiting for June to arrive to go back to be with my love for 4 months. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying this experience, because I've never lived on my own, but there's nothing like being surrounded by people who know and love you and that's what I feel whenever I'm in Portsmouth.
So looks like I'll be heading to Vegas in summer of 2012 to tie the knot (would be a lot sooner, but his school schedule prohibits this) and I'm happy as a lark and so grateful to be a part of this forum again. I feel like I need to get up to date again with all the visa fees and changes that have happened in my absence and will happen before I apply. Everyone here is a wealth of information and so extremely kind. I'm looking forward to meeting some of you when I eventually get settled (most likely in Sheffield).
As many have stated on here, LDRs are not easy by any means, and throw in the factor of being on two different continents and it's possible to go mad. But I think that with A LOT of communication, trust, and faith (among other things), these things have a way of working themselves out.
I think I may have gone into too much detail there, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
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Oh yes, I enjoy reading (mostly romantic suspense and mysteries), editing (I'm a huge word nerd and I used to edit filth - as my boyfriend calls it - for an online publisher), and it looks like I'm enjoying parentheses at the moment. I'm loving traveling and since I live about 10 minutes from a beach, sunbathing isn't too bad either (yes, I can get darker and yes, this is another parentheses).
Whew! Any questions?!
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Glad to be back and great thread, Mrs. R!