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A Canadian Living in Australia
January 16, 2009Posted by on
I didn’t come here for work or because I have always wanted to experience living in another country. No, I came here because I fell in love with an Australian.
He had worked in Canada for over 3 years when I met him. We met in May and started seeing each other in September. He already knew he was going home next March. We went into the relationship with the idea that it was going to be short term. That didn’t last for long.
We spent all of our spare time together and when we couldn’t be together we spent the rest of the time on the phone or internet talking.
We were trying to live in a long distance relationship, but it wasn’t working. We lived about 3 hours apart. We took the plunge and essentially moved in together. Although neither of us gave up our apartments, we stayed at each other’s place on alternating weekends. The weekdays were taken up with work, although I sometimes worked from his place.
The stress on each of us and on the relationship was incredible. As the date of his departure grew near, I talked him into staying another 4 months. Not sure why or what I thought I would accomplish with 4 more months, but it worked out.
In that 4 months we grew together as a couple and knew beyond a doubt that we would be staying together. This meant I was moving!
It was exciting, stressful exhilarating and gutsy for both of us. We haven’t looked back!
We both arrived in Sydney July 2008, he was, we were, coming home…