Here we are, folks. I’m finally in the U.K. at Matt’s place in Croydon (South London). After a day of jetlagged canoodling, I’ve resurfaced feeling like some proximation of my usual self. I’m ripe and ready to explore this first chapter of our travelling journey.
When I met Matt a year ago (our first date being in a “car park” as the locals would say; our second being a four-day excursion to New York City), I knew I was in for some awesome adventures. But could I have predicted all of the highs and lows of the past year? And that I’d end up here, on the brink of a big ol’ European excursion? No way.
(I mean, I only got my bite plane like a week ago, and I’m fairly certain it’s just enabled my telepathic abilities; I have yet to master clairvoyance, telekinesis, and teleportation.)
I’ve flown to the UK three times in the past year, but this trip over was different. Rather than just a single, fun but hectic week of visiting friends and family, we’re properly together now, after a whole damn year of long-distance love. Way to go, us!
Oh, and of course, there’s also the small fact that for the first time in my life, I’m technically without a home. Or rather, my home will be changing every few weeks for the next several months. But my travels of the past few years have reassured me that no matter what comes my way, I can handle it. Plus, this time I’ll have a loving partner by my side – one who has supported me through some of the most difficult days of my life.
Like all times of transition, it’s scary but exhilarating. I’m grateful to be where I am, both geographically and in life; I’ve just gotta do all the things that keep me grounded, like writing, yoga, and drinking lots of tea (eight times a day, now I’m in England).
What do you do to keep your feet on the ground during ch-ch-changes?