It’s finally here!! The day I have honestly been waiting for since, oh, I don’t know, October 2011 maybe? Ups and downs, and major question marks as to whether it would come around successfully, the day is finally here.
In less than 24 hours my lad, Mr. Beardface, will be on a plane heading over the ocean for the first time to London town.
Words cannot sum up my excitement. 🙂
My excitement at times seems quite pathetic and too mushy for some, but unless you have been in a long distance relationship you cannot comprehend that feeling of knowing that even for a short period of time you just get to see each other in person. In real life. And this is an even larger sum of excitement than our previous two visits, because A) he is coming to London, his first trip out of the U.S. EVER, and B) we get to see each other with no distraction for the first time – no work, no school, just day trips and travels, and doing absolutely nothing, which is the most loveliest of days 🙂
My dude and I unexpectedly started dating 2 to 3 months prior to my moving to England to pursue my Master’s degree, and even within those few months nothing was normal – it was chaotic, dramatic, and complicated to say the least. My life was in a transition of chaos, but he stuck with me through it all from the very first weeks of us just getting to know each other. Somehow through all the drama of my life at the time, we got to know each other enough to decide that as we were reaching the point of me moving permanently, neither one of us considered that to be the culmination of the relationship. So a few months getting to know each other, and then October onwards apart but still very much together.
Some people say that true love doesn’t exist, and I don’t necessarily disagree with them, but the romantic in me will always believe in a love ever after. A love of high mutual standards. Hard work. And above all, commitment. I nearly gave up on this romantic dream of mine, and then along came someone who challenged me enough to keep the dream alive. He wasn’t someone that merely fit a physical void, but rather a person that came along completely unexpected, completely by chance, and in as such illuminated the start of a story that (as it turns out) had begun nearly two years before we’d actually met. And long distance, as much as it sucks and is hard and is exhausting, if both of you are in it completely the hard work is so rewarding in knowing that you have truly found something – and someone – worth fighting for. There’s no determining whether or not it will work out in the long run as life is life, but it’s like the old saying goes in that you’ll never know unless you try.
To be honest, he’s been brilliant through it all – for a guy that hates talking on the phone, you can imagine how much the mere idea of long distance must have seemed, well.. crap. And we’ve both worked so, so hard through so many struggles, and therefore the fact that he is finally arriving in England, my childhood home second to Canada, means the world to me because we’re finally at the end of our overseas distance. National borders will still separate us for a while, but having just surpassed our 1-year anniversary, I think we have many milestones to celebrate during this trip.
So off to London tomorrow night, and then days of travels and blissful nothingness to follow 🙂 I am so stupid happy right now, it’s lovely. And maybe a little embarrassing. 😉
Nighty night and keep your dreams alight 🙂
Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo
p.s – in regards to his being referred to as, ‘Mr. Beardface’, the story is summed up like this: When I left the U.S after my last visit in April, my lad decided to grow a protest beard of my not being with him in America any longer. So yes – he has not shaved in 2 months. Hence, ‘Mr. Beardface’… though soon to be Mr. Clean-shaven face as he’s scheduled in for a traditional wet shave in London immediately following his arrival.. lol