I started this blog to not only share fun lifestyle and fashion insight with you all, but to also give myself an outlet to write. Most of the posts you will find here are fun and lighthearted, but I want to make sure that I share with you some more personal things that have happened in my life, good and bad.
I grew up on phrases like ‘It is what it is’ and ‘Everything happens for a reason’ which I believe it does. You may not see that when it’s happening but a year or so down the road, you will understand. I took those words lightly until I had to realize their true meaning on my own.
Some of you close to me know this story already, but some of you don’t. I will be writing more about my relationship with my wonderful husband on this blog, so I want my audience to know our story. I am in no way, shape, or form saying that this experience deserves sympathy, or that I had it worse than others. But I do want to share with you something that changed my life and my relationship for the better.
P.S. This story has a happy ending.
I met my husband in my first couple years of college. At Starbucks.
(Cue the awwwwww.)
We dated for several years before he surprised me with a trip to England, his home country. I was so excited. I had never been out of the country before and had always wanted to go to the UK. It was amazing. We went for Christmas, stayed a couple of weeks, and had the best time. It was one of those trips where you just don’t want it to end. We did all the eating, shopping, and sightseeing, including my favorite, Big Ben.
Little did I know that I would be returning in two months, and getting proposed to in front of that same place. (How crazy is it to think back on things like that!?)
Eventually the trip was up and we spent our last night seeing friends and family and saying our goodbyes.
My boyfriend at the time (my now husband) was on a Student Visa, granting him ability to stay in the US and attend college. We joked during the trip, ‘They probably wont let you back in’ multiple times, not knowing how real that statement was. We didn’t even give it a second thought. It was a joke, right?
I will never forget after I checked in my luggage, the airline worker shuffling through my husbands passport, asking for paperwork we didn’t have. His visa was still valid and we had no reason to think he needed more paperwork. They had us step aside, and someone working in US Customs came and took him into a room.
I sat and waited with Sam’s sister and brother in law, having no idea what was going on. I will never forget him coming out of that room, looking so disappointed, shaking his head. My heart dropped. I broke down. Full on meltdown in the airport. I just had this amazing trip with my boyfriend of 3 years and you’re telling me he is not allowed to come home with me? What is going to happen? Why is this happening?
I immediately called my parents and woke them up at 5am (U.S. time) and cried to them that I wasn’t coming home. I was not getting on that flight. I worked as a nanny at the time and figured I could just leave my life there and stay with Sam. It sounds crazy now that I think about it, but at the time I was so upset, I just didn’t want to leave. But, I eventually found myself at the gate, hugging him goodbye. Not knowing when we would see each other next.
That was the hardest thing having to say goodbye. I had never flown alone, especially across the country, and I was scared. I cried the whole way to the terminal and the flight attendant even let me on the flight first because of how upset I was.
I had never had anything like that happen to me before. I was heart broken, and so was he. It’s one of those things that you can’t fully comprehend what is happening. I got home and felt awful. My poor parents were so excited to see me, and I didn’t even want to talk to anyone. I returned to work and began living my life without my partner. I had no idea when I would see him again, or if I would.
But, I went back 2 months later and said “yes” to the most amazing question I have ever been asked, in the most amazing place.
After I returned back home to the U.S. for the second time, we started the process of getting a K1 Fiance Visa. We worked extremely hard with the help of an incredible lawyer and amazing family support. We collected paperwork, evidence, pictures, phone calls, anything to prove that we were truly in love and fully intended to get married. Finally after 10 long months, it was time for his interview at the US embassy in London. I got a FaceTime call in the morning from him, hoping for good news, when he told me our Visa was approved and that all of our hard work had paid off. It was the first time I had been truly happy in months.
Things kicked off from there. We signed a lease, booked his flight, and I picked him up from the airport a couple weeks later. Now we have been married a year, he has a green card, and we can actually look back and laugh at what happened almost two years ago.
We couldn’t be more thankful for all of our family and friends support through that tough year.
Props to all of you who have done, or are doing long distance. It’s so hard, but it is so worth it. It will make your relationship stronger than it has ever been. My husband and I even say we probably wouldn’t be married yet if this hadn’t of happened to us, but we are so happy that we are and we honesty wouldn’t change a thing.
It’s funny how life works. You imagine it one way, and then the complete opposite and unthinkable happens. And then you can’t picture it any other way.
Everything happens for a reason, right?
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