Well, I don't usually do these and my blogging is few and far between but this subject changed my life majorly.
I'm gonna start with a little bit of back story, just so you know :)
So when I was about 22 I was living in a not so great town in the UK where I was born, working a dead-end job and had never traveled, pretty boring to be honest.
Then one day one of my mates introduces me to this Aussie bloke in my local pub, he is loud, brash and a bit of an ass, we hate each other. After a while of hanging out with this dude we become good friends (beer and pool helped) So we end up living together, working at the same job and going out on the town, a lot! He's quite the outgoing kind of guy and brings me out of my shell a bit.
Time moves on and he's going home, taking his brit girl home to meet the folks, I'm gonna really miss this dude. He's says that I should get a passport and visit him in Australia, he had showed me pics of his home town and it was gorgeous, still, i'm a bit of a lost cause and that's way out of my comfort zone :(
Fast forward almost a year and my loud obnoxious Aussie has come back to visit, he's gonna go travel round Europe for 6 months with one of his best friends. His best friend is hot! Spending that weekend together we go out and get messy, the hot friend and I find out we have a lot in common and we hook up :) And then they take off for Europe.
We keep in touch, she emails, we chat online and occasionally talk on the phone. He goes to Canada straight from Europe and she stays with friends in London and gets a job. I assume that we are gonna be able to get to know each other even better but after a few weeks decides that she hates London and the UK weather (who can blame her!)
I am gutted :(
The week before she goes home she comes to visit, we go out Friday night with mates and have a great time. We then spend the rest of the weekend at home, we even watch a soppy chick flick. I can't believe this awesome woman only just walked into my life and was going home. And to top it off, "home" was on the other side of the world. I was never going to see her again.
We kept in touch as much as possible and a year goes by, she had a boyfriend at some point but it didn't work out. I had a girlfriend who I loved but there was always something in the back of my mind, a "what if" and I couldn't let it go. I broke up with my girlfriend basically because I didn't want to settle and deep down my heart belonged to this Aussie girl.
I go to see my best mate who informs me that he and his girlfriend are going to Australia to see the sights and visit some family, jokingly he says I should go with them. My mind reels. As my mate had met and hung out with this girl too, she was going to pick them up from the airport and they were going to stay for a week or two and celebrate her birthday.
Here goes, I get my shit together, I get a passport, get some money together, I get a working visa. Chatting online I ask her what she wants for her birthday, she says "you in a red bow" and I say "i'll see what I can do"
Now, chance had it that I couldn't book the same flight as my mate and his girlfriend, so I flew 2 days after. She picked them up from the airport and was disappointed that I wasn't there with them.
Two days later I get on the train by myself and navigate to the airport in London, this in it's self is pretty epic for me, I'm hopeless with directions! I get on my first ever airplane and fly for 20+ hours, I manage to get on the train and head to her home town. With nerves getting the better of me and not sure how to get into her gated housing estate I go to the pub, I think I deserve a beer at this point!
Now, the locals are really friendly and I end up drinking til late (not part of the plan) I finally knock on her door at 2 am. Her first words?
What the fuck are you doing here? Ha ha ha ha
Surprise (sorry about the lack of red bow)
After the shock wore off, we hugged and she honestly couldn't believe I made it by myself. In the morning it was all a bit surreal, unsure as how to proceed with our "relationship/friendship" Fast forward a few months of the both of us doing a bit of searching within ourselves, it's been a bit off/on and i'm feeling a bit crushed. I tell her straight. I'm here for you and we either make a go of it or not. She decided we should give it a go :)
Forward a few months and it's New Years, we are partying all night, we watch the Sydney fireworks down by the water and I drunkenly mumble something about knowing we would be together and kids and oh dear. She asks me to repeat what I said, I refuse, feeling a bit stupid. She insists, so I blurt it out. She is happy. I ask her that if I asked her to marry me, would she?
She says yes with a big smile on her face. So, right there and then, after all the talks on the phone, after all the online chatting and emails, after the gamble of flying to be there with her.
Will you marry me? YES!
Now, fast forward 8 years, we have lived in the UK so she could get to know my family, had weddings in both countries and have started a family, we live in her home town (on the other side of the world!) down the street from my asshat mate that introduced us all that time ago (thanks dude) and celebrated our 7 year anniversary in August.
How my life has changed, thank you true love, thank you :)
