Post # 16
mixybee : He wanted to do some volunteering on his trip, and the non-profit I was working for had been suggested to him by his best friend who had volunteered with them before (weirdly, his best friend also met his wife – also American – when volunteering for the same organization). So he thought he’d stop in Granada for a few weeks to do some volunteering and then carry on. We met when he moved into a house I had lived in briefly when I first arrived, and still had friends at. We started traveling together with the same group of friends on the weekends and one thing led to another… 3 months later I unexpectedly got accepted to the grad school of my dreams and decided to cut my time in Granada short in order to pursue the program back in the US. He decided to come with me and illegally lived in my dorm room for 5 months before he ran out of money and had to go back to New Zealand. We did long distance for 14 months after that – which is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But as soon as I finished my program I moved to Australia where he had found a great job in his industry. I’ve been living here now with him for 3 years. 🙂
Whether you find love or not, this will be the adventure of a lifetime! Enjoy every second!
Post # 17
It is funny to see so many stories about Sweden being such a small population! I met my husband while working for Ford and took a job setting up offices for Volvo cars in Gothenburg, Sweden. He was English and we lived there for 4 years and then moved to his home country of England (outside London) and lived there for 5 years. Then we moved to my home country (USA). We have kids born in multiple countries, speaking multiple languages so it certainly makes for interesting holidays! I feel like almost every week it is something to remember!
Post # 18
- Wedding: July 2020 - City, State
angelwaye : When you said, “I feel like almost every week it is something to remember,” that was just such a cool statement! Seems like your family is amazing!
Post # 20
I think my comment vanished and I don’t know why so I’ll try to rewrite it as best I can…
When I was in my very early 20s I was living abroad in Paris. I met a man at a party at a mutual friend’s house and we hit it off instantly – we spent all night drinking wine, talking, and making out. The next morning, we left and took the train together, and he actually collapsed while we were on the metro from exhaustion/dehydration. I totally freaked out and had no idea what to do, so I took him in a cab back to his apartment. When we got there, he asked me to stay with him for the rest of the afternoon which I did, and we laid in bed and talked and got to know each other. He asked me out on a proper date for later the same week, and I accepted. We ended up dating and then living together in a tiny studio apartment just south of Paris for the remainder of my time in Europe. I have many sweet memories of picnics in the park, cooking meals together, and cuddling our tiny bed in our tiny apartment. We were both broke (I was a part time English teacher and he was a grad student) but we made the most of it, and it was a carefree age. We split amicably when I eventually moved back to the US, and lost touch. I go to Paris every once in a while, but I’ve never tried to reach out – I’ve long since moved on, and I assume he has too. That being said, he was a kindhearted person and I remember him fondly. I hope he’s well.