Where to begin…..
Remember that time in your life when you thought, “Hey, I’ve
really got my shit together”….? Remember that?
That decent paying job with benefits, low bills, free time after work
and on the weekends, you actually had extra spending money to splurge on
yourself from time to time. Seemed like such a wonderful time, right?
Here’s the thing: my dad once told me “When you’re young and
have no kids, no boyfriend, your work is the most important thing. You work
late, show up early, and you’re happy to put in extra hours. But when you
realize your worth and find that one other thing that means more to you, that’s
when it’s time to move on.”
That’s the exact moment I knew I wasn’t doing it right. I
was generally unhappy and filling the many voids with ‘things’, going out late,
etc. That’s when I ran for that “one
other thing”. It just happened to be all the way over in Africa.
10 months later….
Now the huge transition stage of our lives: I’m in the
states, working for less money, he’s just arrived in Amsterdam and is tackling
down work, we have to figure out how to support two different lifestyles in two
different countries at the same time and what the hell the next move is. Do I
follow him to Amsterdam? Does he come back to the states? Well that really
depends on who lands a stable job first.
You see, part of the very obvious problem is funds. Funds and deciding
where to call our next home. Considering he works in the TV/Film industry, I’ll
follow him wherever the opportunities lie. But then on the other hand, we also
need immediate financial stability. So to be perfectly honest, I have no
flippin’ clue on what to do next.
So what is my time spent on? If I’m not working, I’m searching for jobs. If
I’m not searching for jobs, I’m updating resumes and cover letters and applying
for jobs. And for the few extra minutes I’m spared every day, I’m desperately
trying to sneak in just the smallest window of a phone or video chat with my
guy. Every single day – I search high
and low for jobs in Amsterdam, Seattle, California, the UK and everywhere else
in between! For the both of us. But I
suppose it’s all just a waiting game. We just have to wait and see what will
come of all of these efforts…..we’ve already received some positive news here
and there, but nothing to completely resolve our dilemma.
Sometimes, it really does suck being in this situation,
being from different countries. Just to
know that you have no idea what’s going to happen next, no idea where you’re
going to land, or the most heartbreaking – you have no idea when you’re going
to see each other next. It’s so incredibly terrible, and you’re constantly
reminded throughout the day of what a pickle you’re in……and I wouldn’t wish
this heartache on anyone. BUT (and this is
a big but)….I know that I’ve found my heart. My one and only. My partner for
the rest of my journey. My guy.
And that………..well that just makes every second of heartache
and struggle completely worth it.
But that unfortunately does not pay the bills, nor does it get him back to the states, so back to the drawing board of how to somehow make that happen. Sometimes it only takes a few things to make it feel like the weight of the world's on your shoulders. But there's always a way.


