Long-distance to no distance (our story)

If you've been reading here for a while, you know all about Jay and our relationship. If not, here's a brief synopsis:

It started online. I saw him, his humour, I read the things he had to say, the scriptures he shared, I saw his handsome face. And I had to have him. So I went after him. I followed him on Twitter. He added me on Snapchat. I sent him a photo of a cricket (don't ask why). I gave him my number. We texted, Facetimed, Skyped. Then we saw each other for the first time during Christmas. I went to Canada. He visited me in the states. Then I moved to Canada. Now we're finally together after what felt like a century of being long distance. I wake up next to him every morning, and kiss him goodnight every night. It feels like a dream, but in the words of Julia Roberts:

"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together."

We started dating when I still lived in Hawaii, there was a 6 hour time difference between us, different countries, and thousands and thousands of miles. And I'll be honest, when we first started talking, I never thought anything would come of it. I mean how could it? We were, what felt like, worlds apart and I couldn't fathom how we would ever be able to see each other or be with each other. But it worked out.

A few months after we started talking, I got an amazing job offer with my company to relocate to the east coast. It wasn't where Jay lived, but it was on the east coast, which meant we would at least be in the same time zone. So I made the leap and moved out to Washington, DC for work. I lived on my own there, and it was tough being by myself in a brand new environment, knowing absolutely no one. But Jay made it easier on me. I remember the first night I slept in that apartment, I had no furniture so I laid all my clothes out on the floor. I was scared being there by myself so Jay stayed awake with me all night on Skype until I fell asleep, so I felt safe. He kept me company when I was lonely, and it made me so much happier to know I had him always on the other end of the phone. We weren't physically together, but I felt like we were. I never ever felt alone.

Our very first picture together.

Our very first picture together.

We met in December that year. I flew up to Canada for Christmas, and I remember my hands shaking and feeling the most anxious and excited I've ever felt as I was waiting in the customs line at the airport. When I walked out the doors and heard him calling my name, I felt like I was floating. We finally touched, hugged, kissed. After all these months, I finally got to physically feel the love I held inside. I'll never be able to describe the feeling I felt when I heard his voice outside of my phone or computer speakers. I met his family, his friends, I felt at home. That Christmas was magical.

Then it came time for our trip to end, and I had to go back to the states. I will never forget the heartbreak that ensued when we said goodbye to each other. The tears, sobbing, shaking, and wishing that we could always be together. Then transitioning from being with each other in person to going back to texting and Facetiming. That will always be the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Every time we said goodbye like that, my heart broke more and more. I just wanted to be with him. Something had to change. It couldn't be like that forever.

Then earlier this year, I got a job offer in Canada. And I jumped on it. I went through the difficult and long process of getting a work permit. We went house hunting. And I decided to move. I quit my job in the states, put my apartment up, we loaded up a U-Haul, and made the drive up to Canada. 

It's been two and a half months since I moved here. And I would be totally lying to you if I said it was easy. I gave up my life in America to come here, I started a new job, I got used to a new country, moved in with Jay, and we were together in person for the first time ever. Of course it wasn't easy. It was rough, and it still is from time to time, but it's gotten a lot better. I was sick to my stomach from all the stress and anxiety, I had so much pressure and there was so much to handle moving here. There were times when I second-guessed myself too. I thought maybe I shouldn't have moved because I felt like I couldn't handle it. And I found that I was feeling sad, but I wasn't completely sure why. I had gotten everything I worked so hard for, and I was finally with the love of my life. Yet I still felt so out of place. But those feelings were just "in the moment" feelings, they only came to mind when I was stressed, and quickly went away after I voiced what I was feeling. It's gotten easier with time. And as I've gotten to know some more people and do more things here, I've fallen in love with Canada and I've become more comfortable being here. It's getting easier day by day, and that's all thanks to Jay and my faith.

I felt God's presence in our relationship straight away, and He fuels us every single day. When I first met Jay, he was posting scriptures and verses, and once we started talking more and more, we would pray together every night over the phone. Whenever I was stressed or upset about something, he would reassure me that God was on my side. When I was applying for a work permit, he was right by my side. Now that we're together, we go to church together every Sunday, we've joined a bible study group together, and we make sure that our daily lives are fueled and led by Him. And that's made all the difference. 

It was hard being long distance, but it was a part of our relationship and a huge chapter in my life. I learned a lot and grew so much during that period, and I'm so thankful we went through that together. And now that we have the privilege of being with each other every day, I can't imagine my life being any different. He's the one I'm going to grow old with and continue to grow with and I feel so lucky that I get to say that. 

I love him and I love our story, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.