Hello! I have great news! I finally got to meet my long distance boyfriend for the first time! I have been back in the US for a week and have the mindset to be able to write this. I sure to miss it there just being with him. Please take a read of my summary of my two week trip to the beautiful Scotland. PS I didn't share pictures with him for privacy reasons.
September 20th is the day I made it to the airport and hugged my boyfriend for the first time. I turned the corner after getting done with customs SUPER nervous! There was so many people meeting with their loved ones and finding their bags but even with all those people I looked up and saw the man I've been talking to for 15 months before traveling 3,500 (give or take) miles to be together. My heart stopped when I saw him and I wanted to hide around the corner because I was in disbelief that I was actually there with him finally. I squeezed through some people and ran into his arms. I cannot tell you the happiness I experienced just in that moment. I looked at his face... he has the most beautiful blue eyes and absolutely incredible long blonde hair, that I waited so long to play with. It was such a dream come true. On the drive back to his place, he was in the passenger seat and I was behind him just playing with his hair and or holding his hand. When we get to his flat we take my stuff to his room and we just hugged each other. I am a shy person around new people but I don't know if it was the time talking together or just our personalities just work so well but I never felt shy around him.. not even once. He was standing there looking at me and I walked over and just kissed him.. our first kiss.. we kissed a for what I felt a while because I just wanted to keep kissing him but then we just hugged again after. This man is the love of my life.. I said that to myself a quite a few times during this trip. We went to a nice little café after I had a shower and changed clothes. From day one everyone was just so nice. I knew that place was forever going to feel like home to me but it could of also because he was there with me. Loch Ness was next on our list that day. It was so beautiful but lets be honest all of Scotland is just speechless, just takes your breathe away. Such an enjoyable first day if you ask me.
My love is so caring and respectful I was just so in-love with how much he cared for me. Of course I gave the love and respect in return. I don't wanna brag but we give power couple energy. Nothing can stop us.
I must skip to meeting the parents. I spoke to them on the phone before and they are the sweetest. I was SO nervous to meet them. We traveled up north to see them and stay there for a few days. I don't know how I got so luck but his family treated him as part of the family. I am so grateful for their hospitality. One of my favorite parts was crocheting with his mom. She crafts a lot and I want to learn all her tricks. One of my other favorite things about being there is we stayed in my boyfriend's childhood room (which is now a craft room with a bed). He showed me around a little village which is like a mile long but also so cute. Fun fact my boyfriends family name is Mackay and the part of the highlands we were at was Mackay territory at one point. Which I find so fascinating.
Sadly I must get to the emotional part...leaving my love. *deep breathe* The last day together I feel like we were more quite (already tearing up). We obviously knew it was getting to the end. I cried at least once that day and he would keep telling me "You can't come back unless you leave first" He was right but I don't wanna leave ever. He made an amazing dinner and we had some wine. I just couldn't believe I had to leave. That night he left asleep on my chest and I just rubbed the back of his head trying not to cry again. The morning was rough. I 10/10 don't recommend going through that. First he didn't want to let me get out of bed but as soon as we did he hugged me and started crying. I NEVER want to see him cry again. I tried hard to hold it in because I had a long flight ahead of me and I'm an ugly crier I didn't want to look crazy at the airports. I still cried though it was impossible not too. We just held each other wishing I didn't have to leave. The car ride there I held his hand as I looked at the window at the place I called home already. We got to the front of the airport doors and I hugged him again "I can't come back unless I leave first" I tried so hard to help him stop crying. We kissed...one last time... That Is the hardest thing I ever had to do. I HATE goodbyes!
What now? Well I've been back in the US for a week and we are trying to get me back to stay. We are either thinking college or getting a job at his work. Fingers crossed something works. I'm still waiting to hear back from his boss. We are going to rent or own place if everything goes as planned. This story isn't over I can tell you confidently there is so much more in story for us.
Thank you for reading xoxo