So, seeing as this month we are focusing on summer romances, it is only fair that I tell you about one of my own. If you follow me on Twitter, you may have heard me talk about The Canadian in the past and that is who this post is being dedicated to. Although this started out as a summer romance, it became so much more than that so this post is going to be a story of what can happen if you put your mind to it, not just about a summer romance.
|Apartment building where John,|
Joe and Sean lived
Anyway, the first half of 2006 was not going very well for me. In June, I broke up with the guy I had been with for 4 years which destroyed me. I didn’t know what to do with myself but all I knew was that I didn’t want to stay in Grimsby anymore. I couldn’t handle seeing him all of the time and knowing that we were over. After a phone call to John, one of the Canadian guys who I was really close with and who knew what had been going on, he offered to let me come stay with him for a while to clear my head etc. Now I know that sounds a little insane seeing that he lived 4000 miles away but I had savings in the bank and nothing really to stay here for. The next day, I handed in my 3 weeks notice at my job and booked some flights on my lunch hour. At the beginning of July I was going to Toronto for a whole month to meet a guy I had only spoken to online/ phone/ webcam which is not even close to being the same as meeting in person. My mum, bless her, was a little freaked out when I told her what I was doing. I think the actual flying 4000 miles to Canada on my own was more worrying for her than meeting John because he had called her so at least she had spoken to him beforehand. I wasn’t worried about any of it though, I was extremely excited and only a little apprehensive about meeting John.
When the time came though, I was a lot more nervous than I thought I would be. After a long flight and an insane interrogation at customs in Toronto, it was time to be brave, hope I didn’t look like a total mess and go and meet John. I really had nothing to worry about though because as soon as we met, we got on extremely well. Obviously I had seen pictures of him and on webcam and I knew he was good looking but they really didn’t do him justice. What I met at the airport was a 6’2 hunk of a man who took me breath away a little bit. After such a bad break up, the last thing I was expecting was to be so attracted to someone else so quickly. Needless to say, this amped up my nerves a lot!
|I don't really have too many pictures of John for some reason!|
I cried my eyes out at the airport going home and was devastated that it was all over so quickly. When I got back to England, I had a long think about what I actually wanted and that was being in Toronto. In the September of the same year, I went back for a week with my Dad who stayed with Joe and Sean, who had become extremely good friends of mine in such a short time. While John had to work, they had been looking after me, taking me out to get really drunk and to just have some fun. My Dad got on really well with everyone and we had another amazing week but that also meant leaving John...again. Something which I was really reluctant to do. By this point, we were a lot more than friends and I knew I loved him.
|Me, Zoya and a Mountie!|
Because my time in Canada allowed me to do some pretty amazing things, I thought I would share some of them with you below in a sort of collage of pictures. Enjoy!