I just left my love in London. At Gatwick airport. Standing there, watching me go through security, waving goodbye. It breaks my heart every single time no matter how often we’ve done it over the past 2 and a half years. And now here I am again, on a jet plane, 30 000 feet in the air, drinking tea out of a plastic cup, homeward bound, the distance between us growing ever wider.
I wanted to tell you about the view from his flat and how it looked different every single day — the way sunshine fell upon London with romantic affection some afternoons or how the sky cloaked the city with thick grey fog and veils of rain certain mornings. I wanted to tell you how my life in London over the past 5 months felt like that view — sometimes golden, sometimes grey.
But truth be told, I can’t for the life of me write a decent post at the moment. Because truth be told, beneath this thin layer of sadness is a total lack of focus and an overwhelming giddiness every time I look down at the ring on my finger and all I really want to say is I’M ENGAGED! I want to shout it from the rooftops, such is my joy. So you’ll have to forgive this indulgent post. It cannot be helped. I’M GETTING MARRIED!
Despite the challenges, the pressures, the insecurities… he knelt down on one knee at Hampstead Heath last Saturday and proposed to me. And in doing so, he/we are saying yes to it all, to figuring out, to making it work. And there is so much comfort in this yes that I’m just going to sit here and soak it all in for awhile.
We’re thinking winter wedding in Canada and April reception in England. The daffodils will be out by then. Has a nice ring to it, yes?
Jeanine Caron is a regular contributor to Gypsy Girl’s Guide.