The Beginning

It started with an interview in the car.  Pedro and I were on our honeymoon in the Smokey Mountains.  A mad dash to a city café, a scramble for strong enough Wi-Fi, and we realized a hot spot in the car was the only option.  They couldn't fault him for perseverance. This interview was for a chance to study veterinary medicine at the Royal Vet College of London. As in the UK, as in 4,321 miles from our apartment in Gainesville, FL.  


As I sat in the passenger seat and tried to melt into the side of the door and not hang on every word, I picture living in the UK. If this interview goes as well as the last one, we (well, he) can have a pick of Glasgow, Scotland or London, England. (Spoiler alert....We picked Glasgow)


Pedro asked me if I would mind.  


Me: Mind??


Pedro: Yeah, I mean I would like you to come with me, but I would respect your decision to stay.


I believe a good amount of gibberish and stuttering came from my mouth, but I was able to say,  "Of course I want to go!"  


Because of course I want to follow my husband, but also...who wouldn't want a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to live in another country?  Best part is we'll be fully sponsored (with pay-you-back-later-with-a-ton-of-interest money) from the US government.  The $400,000 price tag is especially daunting and anxiety inducing, but we have to think of it as "an investment in our future".

I also like to think of it as a show of true love, just me and him in a foreign land. We've been to together for 9 years, 5 months, and 24 days. We've been married for 8 months and 22 days.  And now I can add 4,321 miles to that, following him across the world. 

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