It’s been eighteen months now since we came back from New Zealand to start a life in London. Though I always thought I would do, we deliberately do not have a firm Five Year Plan. I suppose that’s the side effect of falling in love with a native of the opposite side of the world. It’s not the old ‘Boy meets Girl; Boy and Girl move in; Boy and Girl get married; Boy and Girl start family; Boy and Girl hurl kids at Mum and Dad, who live down the road, whenever they need a moment away from that medley of terrible mess, smells, screams, threats, emotional blackmail and life-destroying, unconditional love that is family life’ story. You know? Because that story would typically take place in a smallish town and both sets of parents would be available for such life-or-death babysitting circumstances.
That will not be our story.
Our story is riddled with complications, heartache and torn priorities. But it is also a story of immense love, supportive families and the sound knowledge that an alternative involving Avi and I not being together has never been an option. Of that, if nothing else in this world, I am sure. For eighteen months, I was daunted and afraid of what the future would hold. Then I decided to thank my lucky stars that I have two wonderful parents who love me, are proud of me and support me in the decisions I make. I also have a man who is the absolute love of my life and without whom I cannot imagine a happy future.
I guess the glorious upshot of all this uncertainty, coupled with blissful happiness, is that we have two sides of the world that we can call home. In two days, we are journeying back to New Zealand with three great friends to show them exactly what it is we’ve been banging on about all this time. Though we are only there for two weeks, we have cobbled together the best of the best to form a road trip itinerary that will leave Ali, Jon and Melissa wondering why on earth they’re settling for living in one country when they could have the whole world.