One night a couple of weeks ago Max kept texting me that he need to speak with me. Here’s me thinking that I’d done something to upset him, and here’s that blonde and gorgeous man withholding something from me that makes me go wild.
With his nervousness adorably apparent, a fidgety Max appears on my computer screen with something to say…no.way.
After a bit of hesitation and coaxing, Max tells me that he hopes this is okay with me but he got his working holiday visa a few weeks ago (which is the very same visa I got a few months ago, only available for 12 months to Americans ages 18-30).
What does this mean? I question as goosebumps roll through my body.
I’m not sure, he says, well see what happens with my job.
From that day I have tried my best to put the visa to the back of my mind, convincing myself that most people I have met love to come up with grand ideas and end up changing their minds. There is a difference between thought and action, and I am not 100% sure that he has a clear perspective of the two. In retrospect it is funny to think that certain people have doubted my perception of the very same concept over the years.
Fast forward to 28 March. I receive an email from one bubbly and excited Max Nunn from Nashville announcing that he has bought a ticket and will be moving to Melbourne on June 14th!!!!!
Words cannot express my happiness, everything I have ever wanted really is coming into play, and I know I am amongst the few lucky people to have met their perfect other half. Traveling Australia is unforgettable with the friends I have already made here, and traveling with Max will usher in a new sense of adventure, exploration of the unknown with one of the most open-minded and amazing guys I have ever met. The future is quite mysterious, and it’s the best feeling ever!
And so I beg the same question as I did in my initial blog about this, who could have known that dragging my heels reluctantly down Lincoln Road could have led me to such a destination? I have found the man of my dreams and thank the universe each day that I have made every decision that I have over the last 24 years. Seriously, how could each choice we make alter our future path? Perhaps if Adela Martinez in Junior year at Maria High School had not convinced me to apply to the University of Miami I never would have considered coming, never would have studied abroad or gotten an itch to travel, never would have met so many of the beautiful people I have over the years? Fate is a reality, I believe it wholeheartedly (even during the “downs” on the road, which are meant to make you stronger and teach you things).
Here I am, on my way to Perth on the Western Coast of Australia, wishing I could have each of you here with me beside me, anticipating which part of this unpredictable ride we will encounter next. And as I listen to Danza Kuduro on my iPod I remember all of the nights I carelessly headed to South Beach to dance the night away, from freshman year til 2011, and I am thankful to Miami for several reasons. It was my launching point, and I won’t ever forget it.
Perhaps it is the adrenaline from my trip, the lack of sleep or overabundance of mimosa I have just consumed at 8 am that is inspiring this post, but either way I am on cloud nine (quite literally hah) and wanted to share my excitement with all of you.
And I leave you with an updated list of Austalian slang (I cannot promise that I have not at this point adopted some of these phrases):
– “thanks for that”
– how you going? (instead of how are you, for example said by a cashier as you enter the store)
– dodgy (equivalent to sketchy)
– cheeky (mischievous)
– buggy smugglers (equivalent to a banana hammock apparently)
– mate – apparently can be used to address either males or females
– reckon (used in place of I think that…)
– double “o” or double “7” instead of just saying “seven seven” or “zero zero” when giving phone numbers, addresses, etc. Try taking notes when numbers and figures are spewed out that way in a meeting at a mile a minute…it’s like a tongue twister haha
Please stay tuned for my two upcoming documentations of Perth and The Great Ocean Road, where I nearly get peed on by a koala and see a spider the size of your head! Cheers!