Before reading this, make sure to check out the first part on A Global Affair: Europe!
A Global Affair: U.S.A
After being separated by 10,000 miles for a month, Sam landed in the U.S. for the very first time, just in time for Valentine’s Day. We spent his first weekend traveling around Orlando, St. Augustine and Jacksonville, realizing that we had never been in a city that had been either of ours.
We’d met and re-met in traveling circumstances. We met under no restrictions or judgments of other friends or families. We met in our truly happiest state of mind, and it was exciting and scary to bring him not only into my world, but into my college world. It’s a completely different brand of life, and it was time for us to start the next chapter in Tallahassee, FL at FSU.
He immersed himself the best he could into a “senior year” mentality. We went to concerts and date functions and spring break debaucheries. He was enamored with “dollar drinks” and genuinely shocked at “ladies drink free.” We experienced Mardi Gras and stolen wallets on Bourbon St. We ate dinners at the sorority house and worked side by side taking care of a local elderly woman. We went to charity events and college baseball games. We slept on a mattress on the floor in a room with no windows. We had ridiculous fights and lengthy apologies. We felt the support of so many friends, old and new, and were grateful to have those amazing people in our lives.
And at the end of the day, he was the one I heard screaming at the top of his lungs in the nosebleed sections of my Graduation ceremony as I walked across that stage during my four seconds of fame to culminate my four years of hard work. At the end of the day, he, along with my always-supportive family, was there for me.
After graduation, my family, Sam, and I headed out for one last adventure together before Sam had to go home to Sydney. We vacationed in California for four days; making that the fourth family vacation and second family wedding Sam had joined us for. I really couldn’t imagine a person more perfectly suited for my family. It’s as if he’d been around with us the whole time. It’s truly special when my boyfriend can make my entire family laugh from my 50-year-old father to my 15-year-old brother, when my mom and sister are almost in tears saying goodbye to him at the airport, and when my family although sad to see me leave know exactly why I have to go.
Sam said his goodbyes at LAX after three months in the U.S., and he returned to Sydney as we flew back home to Florida. A week later, I booked my flight to Sydney to start my yearlong journey living with Sam and his family in Sydney.
So as my family and friends continue to ask me if I’m moving to Australia “for a boy” you can see why it’s difficult to explain. I’ve always known I would live outside the U.S. after graduation for a period of time, and I just so happen to be dating someone who lives in a country I’ve always dreamed about and is closely similar to my home country.
We haven’t been dating “long” in the sense of time, but we also don’t exactly have the luxury of taking the relationship slow. Living a world apart makes decision making a timely matter, and we both chose on that morning in Dublin as we said goodbye that we were going to make this work. I’m not moving “for a boy”; I’m moving for the life I’ve always wanted.
And so it goes: After my hands left his on that cobblestone street of Dublin many months ago, Sam messaged me:
“Life will honestly never be the same.”
He was right.
To answer all other questions: Yes I miss my family more than they will ever know. Yes, they are coming to visit me at some point. No, I don’t have a “career” lined up. No, I don’t know how to drive manual or how to drive on the other side of the road. Yes, it is wintertime in Australia right now. Yes, I know there are a LOT of spiders.