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Another Adventure!

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As of right now, I have accepted an offer to attend a lovely University in Wales for their PGCE primary teaching program in the fall!

I have been working towards this for the past two years and it has been one of the most challenging things I’ve ever done.

  • It began with volunteering in schools in Canada and England for a year
  • Getting SO frustrated with the UCAS site trying to apply to University
  • Changing expensive flights to get myself to interviews by train at UK schools
  • Being told I don’t have enough experience in British schools
  • Taking the absolute worst maths test of my life where you get 30 seconds to answer tough math questions before the computer automatically goes to the next question.
  • Failing my maths skills test and feeling really low because I’ve never really failed anything.
  • Tutoring for two months
  • Realizing I will never be able to pass a test under those conditions
  • Feeling helpless
  • Researching and finding out that the mathematical skills test for Wales does not have the strict time limit that the England mathematical skills test has.
  • Moving to England
  • Sending out close to 100 resumes and taking the bus to other towns for interviews
  • Finding a job in a UK school as a teaching assistant
  • Reapplying to University (darn you, UCAS!!!)
  • Getting interview offers from schools that want me to attend interviews through the week at 10am (When I’m at work… plus the earliest train leaves at 6am and takes 6 hours to get there and costs 200£ or about $400CAD).
  • Finding a fantastic school with a team of people dedicated to their international students who offered me a Skype interview which I passed, along with the maths, literacy and written task tests.
  • To FINALLY accepting my offer!

I mostly blog about the joys of England and the boy that makes my world turn, but this has been a serious endeavor going on in the background. It has tested me and brought on serious stress at times. It has taught me independence and has highlighted my resilience and resourcefulness.

I am lucky that my wonderful man has been there for me every step of the way. Always believing in me, always encouraging me, and always helping to build me back up after crushing defeats. He’s been there emailing Universities for me, studying with me, listening when it seemed everything was going wrong and always reminding me how proud he is of me.

It’s going to be a hard year. I have moved across an ocean but I have spread roots here; our home we’ve built together, his family nearby who take me in when he is away with work, a friend about an hour away. Now I’ll be moving away from absolutely everything that is familiar. It’s scary.

But I know that we will make the best of it.

There will be a lot of big changes in the near future, but I couldn’t ask for a better partner to hold my hand through it. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Here’s to another adventure!

Weathering the Storm

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“The world is mud-luscious and puddle wonderful” -E.E. Cummings

Moving from Canada to England for love has been quite an adventure. It has been filled with making wonderful memories, with experiencing new sights, sounds and tastes, with finding comfort in little bits of home packed in suitcases and discovering delicious nuances. It has given me a chance to see a little more of the boy who has stolen my heart, and to see what we are made of as a couple.

Distance is the easy part. Living with someone -anyone- is hard. I was prepared for it to be harder. My man was prepared for it to be easier. We have come to the conclusion it is indeed harder. The thing about when you’re in the same place is that heartfelt texts, phone calls and words need to turn into heartfelt actions. It means you can’t live the same life you did before. It means you have to think of two people when you make a decision. It means communication, compromise, sacrifice.

It means two completely different worlds colliding, and entails all the stresses and forces of those two worlds.

Living with the one you love is also the most wonderful, joyous, heartwarming experience imaginable. Having a space in the world just for the two of you. Nights spent curled up together and mornings filled with smiles. It’s incredible that four walls can contain the heartbreak and the joy of two people in love.

It has been a wonderful, and at times grueling adventure. It has tested our relationship in ways we never anticipated. The past couple of weeks have been some of the hardest in our nearly 3 year romance. Okay, thee hardest. Our relationship has most often felt wonderfully effortless. But no romance is without it’s challenges.

After a weekend of serious chats and making some big decisions I feel like we are back on the same unstoppable page. I feel like the sunshine has pierced through those dismal British clouds; that we’ve weathered the storm and come out with a stronger understanding and appreciation for one another. I’m feeling really positive again. I feel like we are a team again. And I know we can face anything together.

I’m a lucky girl. 🙂

The Biggest Challenge of Closing the Distance

The biggest challenge I’ve had in moving to another country for the man I love more than words is an unexpected one. It’s not even dill pickle cravings.

It’s been being around completely new people who are often very different to myself.

I’ve always been told I’m very “sensitive” a “deep thinker” or an “old soul” but I never saw it as a problem, and I felt that about 50% of people were empathetic the way I am and about 50% were not. I often wondered why some people didn’t seem bothered by things that deeply disturbed or unsettled me, but It didn’t factor into my life too much as most of my family members are sensitive and I surrounded myself with like-minded, “sensitive” friends.

Since I have moved to the UK I have been exposed to all sorts of people and have found myself being offended often and having strong emotional and physical reactions. One person in particular who is close to my man, upsets me on almost a weekly basis and causes me a lot of distress. The stress and anger sprouts from comments that are disrespectful towards women, violent in nature, bragging about violence, extreme crudeness and constant expletives.

There have been many moments where I feel like I’m screaming inside, where I retreat, heart pounding, body shaking to cry in my room because I can’t listen anymore.

Now, my better half is not sensitive like I am, but he is respectful of my feelings and I think we do quite a good job of caring for one another, making compromises and making one another happy. I have felt extraordinarily happy nearly every day since we’ve been together these past three years. I mean like 99.9% of days.

I never realized until doing some research last night that actually my sensitivity is more than just a personality trait. I am an HSP. A highly sensitive person. And that means that my nervous system works differently (it is more sensitive to stimuli) than in the average person. Approximately 15-20% of people, men and women, are HSP’s.

Since moving, I have really began to feel the weight of being such a minority.

My man is very easy going and tends to see the good in everyone. He is very adaptable and can fit in with all sorts of people which is a lovely trait to have but also has it’s challenges as many of the people he likes tend to clash with one another.

This friend of my man tells him that he acts differently around me, that he doesn’t seem happy, that we are too different and it will never work, ect,. He causes a lot of strain on our otherwise beautiful relationship.

I haven’t yet decided whether I feel comforted or terrified in finding out that I am an HSP and that there really isn’t any way to change who I am. No amount of hours of watching disturbing content will desensitize me, or at least that is what studies show.

I always believed that I was “normal” and other people were missing the ‘human’ gene. I’ve always believed if everyone was just like me there would be no war, no killing, no bullying, no pain except for accidents. But then, I realize there would also be no doctors as I can’t stand the sight of anyone or anything suffering.

I’ve always found it very difficult not to see people who aren’t disturbed by things I find upsetting, as bad people. What is comforting to know is that the average person probably isn’t a “bad” person, and knowing there is an actual difference in the makeup of our bodies, and realizing that I am the one who is ‘not normal’ might make it easier to be more forgiving. It’s something I will have to keep trying to remind myself of, and something I will need to work on.

I often lay awake at night for hours trying to figure out how I can fix the world so that no living thing ever hurts. I reflect often on the beauty of the world, but also on the parts that I just can’t accept. I automatically put myself in the shoes of others without having any control over it. I feel their pain as if it were my own. Whether it is a bug or a bird or a child or a stranger on the news.

I don’t feel I can live in a world where there is torture and suffering. So I don’t watch the news, I avoid negativity as much as possible, I avoid violent movies and insensitive people. I do this for my sanity and happiness.

I’ve been told often that I have so much love to give and I’ll make someone really happy. I put everything I have into a relationship. All I want is to make my man happy.

But what if his friends feel I am stuck up if I have to walk out of the room, what if they convince him I am no good for him. What if no one here understands me. What if being sensitive, something that I always felt was a blessing, makes me unlovable?

I’ve really developed a strong sense of self love over the past few years. I know how I deserve to be treated and I like who I am physically, mentally, emotionally. But I think that being sensitive isn’t seen as a good thing by a lot of people, especially here. And suddenly I a part of me wishes I could just be “normal.” But I need to remember how to be kind to myself and not slip back into my old ways of unhealthy self-hatred.

I miss my friends and family who would validate everything I’m feeling. I feel like I need to impress people here by pretending to be someone I’m not. I haven’t felt truly sad inside for a long time, but this week I remember what sadness feels like.

We love each other so much and we’ve done such a wonderful job of finding common ground; meeting in the middle where I have learned to brush off things that at one time would have offended me and he, being more sensitive to my emotions. We have many different interests but we take an interest in each-other’s interests and find common ones along the way.

I’ve always felt that we have an unbreakable love, that we make such a strong team. I just hope that the views of those who can’t understand me, won’t come between us.

Can anyone relate?

Traits of an HSP (that are also consistent with myself) include:

-Feel more deeply (happiness, sadness, love), reflective
-More emotionally reactive
-Mate sensitivity (paying close attention to what others want and acting on this)
-Very cautious in making decisions, and takes longer to make decisions
-Amplified emotions over making bad or wrong decisions
-Work well on a team
-More prone to anxiety and depression based on environmental factors
-Heightened annoyance over repetitive noises
-Cry easily
-Don’t react well to change
-Above average manners (because they don’t want to offend or upset others)
-Avoids violent tv and movies
-Affected easily by other peoples moods
-Low pain tolerance
-Sensitive to caffeine
-Easily startled
-Often make great writers (check), teachers (check), psychologists (was once my back-up career choice).
-Highly creative
-Heightened stress over having a short amount of time to get things done
-Arrange life to avoid upsetting or overwhelming situations, and enjoy downtime
-Can’t perform tasks as well when being watched
-Often described as “sensitive” or “shy” by teachers and parents
-Overly sensitive to criticism
-Enjoy being near water

The Challenges of Closing the Distance are Starting…

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Oh boy. My man and I had an emotional Skype yesterday and this morning as we are starting to make plans for closing the distance in April. Last May he said he couldn’t do distance for more than another year; as he can’t leave his line of work for another 2 years I said I would move there even though at the time I felt far from ready. But I didn’t want to lose him and wanted to give this relationship a proper chance.

After our last visit in August we’ve grown so much closer and in love and I feel ready to move this coming April. I have no reservations about us and we both feel very confident in our relationship. Two months ago he bought a cute little house which he said he hoped I would move into, with him. And so I’ve been picturing a nice little life getting to see my man everyday, and even though I know it will be ridiculously hard leaving all my friends and family, with him there for me I knew we’d get through it together.

Of course it could not be that easy!

My man’s plan was to rent the house for 6 months until I get there, when we would move in. However the tenants interested (not surprisingly) are not interested in a six month lease so he said he would likely rent it to them for a year. I knew that this would probably happen so in my mind I thought maybe we could rent a room together from someone in his family until I get on my feet and until their lease is up. But I have been stressing about where I’m going to live on top of where I will be able to find work, whether I will be able to get into teacher’s college and HOW I will pay the $20,000 tuition and not just be a huge burden.

He’s proposed that instead of renting his house to the interested couple, he could rent it to one of his friends for less, and I could live there with his friend and he would live with us on the weekends. This takes the stress out of finding a place to live, BUT the biggest thing upsetting me right now however is that I will only get to see my man on the weekends, and maybe not even every weekend as sometimes he’s away with work. His work is 2 hours away from where his house is and he couldn’t afford the gas. This whole time he’s been thinking he’ll see me on the weekends while I’ve been thinking we would actually be living together.

All I can think about is how lonely and miserable I will be 4-5 days every week; with no friends, no family, nothing familiar and not even my man there to keep me company and help me through. Our other options would be for him to rent his house and for us to rent a cheap room from someone near his work. This option isn’t ideal but I guess I’m frustrated that he won’t even consider it. I feel like all the sacrifices are on me. I don’t feel like he understands how hard this will be on me or how much I’m giving up. His life will be the exact same only when he comes home on the weekends I’ll be there; my entire life (which I happen to really like) will be completely altered; my whole support system will be gone only to be replaced by seeing my man 2-3 days out of the week. It doesn’t feel like enough.

He says that all the guys at work only get to see their girlfriends on weekends but he can’t compare me to them. Their girlfriends live there, they have friends and family and are settled so they can cope with seeing their boyfriends less just like I can cope with only seeing my man once every few months because I have amazing family and friends here. Sure it sucks not being able to see him more often but I am happy in life; I feel happy and lucky everyday for everything that I have, including him. If we really were “closing the distance” I would still be looking forward to this move, challenges and all. But this doesn’t feel like closing the distance to me. It feels like trading in a life with a bit of lonely for a life with a lot of lonely. The distance is getting harder and harder however and we want to start building a life together. Unfortunately my ideas of building a life together won’t happen until he is out of his line of work or unless he considers us living together closer to where he works.

Any advice?