Eighteen hours. Eighteen hours to travel 3000 miles. But, finally, I was here. Slinging my camera bag and backpack over my shoulders, I climbed out of the small 30 passenger plane, and was warmly welcomed by Saipan’s legendary humidity. I’d been told many times about this, and it was true, I really would have to swim to the concourse. Continue reading “Pretty Smiles and Crash Tackles”
Printers, I love them almost as much as I hate them.
As I stared down at the necessary evil, I felt nothing but anger and hatred for the frustrating piece of crap. I urgently needed to print one B&W document, but it was low on coloured ink, so what did it do? Printed dirty, streaky, discoloured documents.
I was in the throes of applying for a visa to migrate to the US, a K1 Fiancé Visa to be precise. In order to have the best chance of receiving said visa, Brittany and I needed to prove our relationship was real; that our families and friends approved of us.
I looked at the time; if I hurried I’d be able to get down to the shops and buy some more ink before I was due at the Notary Public’s place with my affidavit. I grabbed my keys and wallet and stormed out the door. Continue reading “The Epic Visa Journey (pt 2)”
Like Whitesnake, I’ve asked that question. The warm fuzzy feeling, the racing heart, the excitement, was that love? Was that what I was feeling?
Another question also plagued me: was that all there was to love? The thought terrified me. If those feelings were the only way I knew I was in love, what about the times when I didn’t feel that way? Did that mean I didn’t love Brittany?
So I searched for the answer…
In my previous post, I talked about what it was like to move countries and how to prepare for that. In this post, we’re going to look at four ways you can assist your SO if they move to your country.
1. Don’t take it personally
When one moves countries, it can be daunting and lonely. And while it’s done gladly in order to be with their love, it’s still hard. Continue reading “4 things to help your SO transition to your country”
One of the best pieces of advice I received as I prepared to close the distance with Brittany was given by a friend a couple of weeks before I left Australia.
It’s not often one has their plate completely emptied and gets to start afresh. Be careful what you put back on it.
I’m a guy who finds it difficult to say no to people. If I’m asked to do something, I often say yes before I think about how it will impact my schedule, or my sanity. It’s got me into all kinds of trouble in the past, leading to failed commitments and pulling out of projects. Continue reading “How to survive moving overseas”
“Nope. Been there, done that. It hurt.” I pushed back from my desk and stood. “So what that she sent me a smile and message? It’s not worth it.”
One failed long distance relationship doesn’t mean all will fail.
“Whatever,” I said, as I paced my music studio under the house, annoyed at the small, calm voice that was thwarting my arguments. “Okay, so lets say for the sake of argument I did learn a thing or two in my last relationship; this situation is totally different. This girl lives thousands of kilometres away – in a different country! The potential issues and difficulties are endless.” Continue reading ““I’ll never do long distance again…””
I haven’t been around for that long, in the grand scheme of things. But I have been around long enough to collect a few grey hairs and a ton of possessions. When it finally came time to pack up my life in Australia and move overseas, I had the excruciating job of working out what to keep, and what to get rid of. Continue reading “Decades of possessions, two suitcases”