Thursday, December 23, 2010

“G’Day Mate?” or “Will Whore for Australia”, part 2.

I was reading the next part of this story from back in June and it’s all wrong. What I mean is I wrote it six months ago before the big move and it’s all about me rationalizing that I would be able to live permanently in Australia. Obviously reading all of my hopes and dreams for my new life sucks ass considering I’m alone, living at my moms and sleeping in a day bed with Thomas the Tank Engine sheets. I think you all wanted a love story and not a life story, so I will attempt one.

March 2008 was the best month of my life. I had an excellent job, money in the bank, was living on my own, and I had met my future husband. He was everything I could have hoped for and more. He was full of life, perpetually happy and excited about anything and everything. He met my family, and they fell head over heels in love with him (which was huge, as I usually tended to bring home douchebags). The three weeks he spent with me in the States was magical. I took him to Big Bear so he could ski (he had only been to snow one other time in his entire life).

He was the soldier-I tried to snowboard and ended up a crying heap watching him ski the rest of the day.

We went dancing with my best friend at an eighties club in Hollywood. We pointed and laughed at him as he danced like a European on crack, twirling and spazzing out.

I took J to Disneyland and told him all about the rides and my childhood, about how the Haunted Mansion had the coolest elevator and how you have to go to the French Quarter (or whatever the place in Disneyland is called with the New Orleans flair) to get clam chowder in a bread bowl and beads thrown at you. One day I drove him to Newport and Balboa Beach, and we spent the day walking around and being happy in love people.

By far the best part of his “holiday” was Las Vegas on St. Patrick’s Day. I don’t drink often (and neither does he), but we got shitfaced on Fremont Street that night. It was amazing, one of the best carefree moments I ever shared with someone, let alone let myself have.

This picture pretty much sums up our night.

The next day we did the tourist thing, taking in the lions and tigers and buffets, and towards the end of the day I took him to my favorite hotel, The Venetian. On the bridge he whips out a ring and said something along the lines of “Hed, you are my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you” (I think that’s what he said, damn my fish memory). As soon as we got the rings on one another the band in the courtyard started playing and I started bawling (as I am now).

Taken on the bridge of The Venetian, March 18, 2008

I actually threw a tantrum and made him stay an extra week. With all the sightseeing, I felt like I didn’t have a lot of time to just absorb all of J and his awesomeness. The last week I had to work, but it was so wonderful to come home and know that he was there waiting for me.

J left April 3 and it took me two weeks to put together all of the documents needed for his fiancé visa so he could live permanently in the U.S. I did well that entire month, but by May I was miserable. I cried almost every single day. I learned the definition of “yearn”. I needed him with me. I never needed anyone like I needed J. We spent our free time on Skype and could seriously talk for hours and hours about anything and everything.

During the visa process I flew to Australia in August for two weeks. This time around it was his turn to show me everything. His family took me fishing on the Anabranch River (after they swore to me there were no crocs in it).

We spent the night at Jupiter’s Casino in Townsville and he took me to Reef HQ where I met Nemo and Dorrie! We also spent the day at Billabong Sanctuary where I came…a little too close for comfort to a crocodile..

Pardon the mouth…

We spent the night at Magnetic Island, and were so happy with each other’s company we stayed in our room and watched “March of the Penguins” and took silly “we’re in love” pictures, like this one.

Hed and Jim 4

I even got the thumbs-up from his family who told me, “you’re alright…for a Yank”. Leaving J this time was harder because we didn’t know when our paperwork would be approved or when we would be able to see each other again. The week after I got back he was approved and had an appointment October 8 for his visa in Sydney. I got on the ball and starting planning the wedding (the rules for a fiancé visa is that once J landed on American soil, we had to marry in 90 days or he would be deported). 

J landed in Los Angeles October 28. By November 2 he had gone to Knott’s Scary Farm, carved his first pumpkin and had his first Halloween, moved into our new house and went with me to my bridal shower. Apparently our life was just meant to be on the fast track. I wanted to be married on our one year anniversary, December 7. We chose Las Vegas because it was where we got engaged. His family came to the wedding from Australia, and it was a perfect day.

Two years later I can honestly say I love J as much as I did when I met him. As cheesy and clichéd as this sounds, my life started the day I met him. I can’t imagine life without him. I miss him so much right now it hurts. It physically hurts (tears). But it was my choice to move back to America and he supported me, even though we both knew he would have to stay in Australia for the time being. I know we will be okay because we have gone through this before.

It’s funny guys, I didn’t mean for this blog to be as long as it is. It could have been longer! I think the best thing I can do for myself and my husband right now is to get healthy. Be strong. Find a purpose. Go back to being the happy, independent girl he fell in love with. So that’s what I’m trying to do.

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10 comments:

  1. Again, that is such an awesome story.

    I wish I could have love like that.

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  2. I totally understand what you're going through. I mean it's not as much as the distance between Australia and California, but missing so much that it hurt. Over the summer a few years ago I was not allowed to see my then boyfriend and I literally couldn't go through most of the day, let alone the entire summer.

    http://theadorkableditzmissteps.blogspot.com/

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  3. Yes...you started out with a comment about your living with Mom and sleeping in a day bed. When you told us you were going home you were so excited. What were you expecting when you were planning this trip home? I'm just curious.

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  4. OT-you must have had some sort of love like that at least once? Even if it may not be present in your life now?

    TAD-Yep...he could be in Arizona now, and I would miss him just as much. But the far awayness of it all makes it a million times worse.

    Barb-Oh, I was expecting this. Square one. It's just weird to have everything then start over with nothing. I'm glad I have parents who will let their 30-year-old in their home again, and I really want this to be a short-time thing.

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  5. Well I worry about my daughter!! hahaha. I see what you mean now. I'm sure it will all turn out well. Don't be too hard on yourself. One day at a time! And I love this story of you and J. So cute, so romantic and it sounds like he's a real keeper. (He's lucky too). Hugs.

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  6. That is an amazing love story....I can't imagine being that far away from my hubby...you are incredibly strong and you two will make it...thank you for sharing the story...hugs...

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  7. So lovely. You guys are adorable together. :) I hope you are together sooner than later.

    Merry Christmas hed!

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  8. Having married an American 13 months after meeting him and spending lots of time apart with him in the US and me in Australia I know how you feel. We spent so much time on the phone before I moved...

    We have now been married 9 years and have 2 wonderful kids.

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  9. Holy effing hell. I don't even know what to say.

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