I'd been too excited. In America I'd taken a bus from my parent's home in South Carolina to New
|from our first "together" photos|
It was my first time out of my country of birth. Here I was, descending into a country as amazing and honestly, foreign to me, as India. This was no vacation. I was moving!
A little over two years earlier I'd met a wonderful man online. We'd talked on the phone for 7 hours a day the first several months! I'd recently asked him when he'd known he was going to marry me and he'd said probably after only two months. Which was probably around the time I was sure as well.
However, it had taken more than two years to get here, circling Delhi from the air.
I'd purposefully watched the movies I had on my little in seat screen that I could which were about Indian culture. They'd been The Grand Marigold Hotel and another one I'm blanking on. Of course I'd also been in the air for 16 hours so I'd also seen other movies like Brave. I was watching the Avengers and nearly at the end when they cut off the movies because we were starting our descent.
Next to me was a nice middle aged Indian woman. We'd not really talked much but we began talking as the flight's slow circles had us looking out the window.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing at something very unusual looking.
"The Lotus Temple" she said, eyeing me. "Have you seen it?"
I explained I had not, that this was my first trip to India and I was moving here. Her eyebrows raised.
I stared at the apartments and businesses below us. I wondered if I was seeing into Gurgaon or Delhi... obviously the Lotus temple was Delhi, but our plane was circling so I wasn't really sure of whether we were looking north or south.
Finally the plane landed. I gathered my carry-on and waited. I could feel the pulse in my ear.
I got off and walked and walked until we reached a set of stairs descending into a room with lovely Indian art covering the walls. I slowly descended, awe at my reality taking me.
I got into a line for customs. I was so nervous. Not because I was cheating on my customs or anything but because this was my first time abroad so I definitely could have made a mistake and this was my last barrier between Ryan and I. I was so scared I'd come this far and they'd turn me back.
Of course, they didn't. I went to baggage check and found both my suitcases without issue. I put them on a cart and began heading to the doors.
My eyes flitted back and forth, trying to find him. Was that him waving? No?
I walked out... and there he was!
He was standing to the left. The emotion on both our faces was so raw. I mouthed or gestured in some way, trying without words to express what I felt as I closed the distance.
I know, he mouthed. We gathered ourselves into a hug.
I'd tried to imagine this moment so many times. It wasn't exactly what I'd pictured, but it was just as wonderful! We were finally together.
I cherish this memory. Those emotions, the visual memory of Ryan standing there, waiting for me.
We've now been married for two years. At times when he and I have been fighting, I will go back there mentally and remind myself of this amazing moment. A moment so full of hope and optimism and excitement but most of all, love.
When we went to pick up my friend Lydia for her first visit a year ago, he and I both were reliving this moment. I remember our eyes meeting and smiling, both knowing just what the other was thinking about.
I'm so grateful for this moment and of course, for Ryan. I'm so glad we're finally together, and shall remain together until death do us part.
This has been a promotional post for housing.com for their campaign about #together.