Conclusion

Hard to believe, but almost four years have elapsed since Jordan39’s fateful first visit to England. Seven months into our transatlantic relationship, I took the plunge, moved myself back Stateside and into an apartment just two blocks from my beloved.

I touched down at Newark airport on June 27th, 2004 at 3pm. Excitement doesn’t even begin to describe the nervous energy bubbling up inside me as I raced through passport control and baggage pick-up. My man, my Jordan39, was waiting on the other side of customs and I was desperate to get there to see his face; to be enveloped in his arms safe with the knowledge that this time I would not be leaving two-weeks later.

The anticipation was too much for me to bear, whilst Jordan, as cool as ever, was leaning against the pillar in his lackadaisical fashion. “Looking for anyone in particular?” he asked.

And so, we settled into our now more mutual existence.

That summer, the time pulled us along with it in a whirl of wining and dining and before I knew it, the leaves turned and Fall settled in. Al fresco evenings had been replaced with curling up on the sofa, watching Jeopardy and sharing cooking duty. Far less glamorous but wonderfully comfortable.

And now look at us--Mister and Misses Domesticated--married, parents, homeowners... living in Florida, sun always shining. Whoever would have thunk it?! Not I!

The moral of the story? Take a leap of faith from time to time, you never know where it m ight take you.

xo