Before I met my (now) husband, before I met my best friend.. I had always planned on moving to the US for a year. And then I met them and KY seemed like a pretty good place to do it.
But first, a small goodbye celebration.
I moved in January 2012 and almost immediately we set out to celebrate the year to come.
Then an impromtpu girls trip to Nashville that was all sorts of awesome and crazy.
Oh yeah, and I cut my hair hella short (can I say hella? I like it) and went back super blonde to get rid of the awfulness that was the in-between brown and blonde. Oh and I was crazy skinny (for me) living on less than 1000 calories a day and running a shit ton (scientific word).
|yeah not the best picture, but whatcha gonna do|
March came around and we were - of course - going to celebrate St Paddy's. My best friend told me KC might be at the bar we were going to, and I was not looking forward to it. I hadn't seen him that much since I moved there and it was clear he had moved on so I needed to do the same. I pasted a smile on my face and did my best.
Spoiler: I went home with him. Oops. My best friend was totally encouraging us. I
Another St Paddy's celebration.
I ran my best half marathon, and was in my best running shape. It helped to live with a running buddy.
Who would live in KY for a year without going to the Derby? Not I, no sir.
KC and I were 'dating' and I was a bit wary of it all. I didn't want to get my heart broken again, and I wanted to take it slow. But soon enough we were closer than ever, although it felt like a completely different relationship. That'll happen when you actually live in the same country.
I quickly found the weight I had lost and started eating like a normal person again.
A trip to DC was a huge deal and I started feeling more comfortable in our relationship. I kinda loved this guy again. Not sure I ever stopped.
I tried to start learning to curl my own hair. You can see the fruits of my labor below. Clearly, I rocked, so don't worry Nadine - because eventually I learned, you will too! Also, around this time I moved in with KC and it turned out to be perfect timing, actually.. because my friend was adding another member to her family and he needed my room.
I celebrated my first 4th of July!
Went to Disney World for the first time and had an absolute blast.
Mainly because I got to dress up for Halloween, something absolutely missing from my childhood!
KC asked me to marry him - obviously, I said yes.
We moved into our first apartment, and discovered neither of us can paint. I apologise in advance for the horribleness you are about to see.
That's ok, we got a cute kitty to get over our non creative genes.
My friend and hair stylist dyed my hair 'brown' meaning she tried to match my roots as best she could. I absolutely loved it - and still do.
|yes, our TV is on a card table.|
I celebrated my first Christmas in winter, complete with ugly christmas sweater parties.
Non fun note - totally got alcohol poisoning this night and it is the night that wine and I broke up.
We celebrated NYE quiet and low key, apart from a few beers and fun party hats.
All in all 25 was a pretty great year. It was hard to be away from my home, my family, my everything. It was even harder to decide to stay. When I moved to the US I had no idea it would end the way it did, and I felt like I didn't get the closure I needed. My heart will always be divided between the two.
Have you ever lived far away from home?