Friday, October 9, 2009

Born Under a Wanderin' Star Part Deux

Ok, so as I said, my childhood was not a typical one. People asked me all the time if I was in the military. My response was, "No, the circus.". I loved our circus. I love my family, and even with all the moving and adventures, they were my one constant. That was my rock. We had each other, and we had a blast.

I'd never known anything other than this. Even when I married for the first time, we were still part of that circus, all working and moving together. My first marriage didn't last long (2 years, half the time separated - I married way too young), and the company dissolved, but my family and I threw in together and we went on.

I met my husband 11.5 years ago in a video chat room. As I mentioned, he was in Holland, where he is from, and I was living in a small town in Utah. We weren't looking for one another. I happened to spend time in Europe, Holland for a week among other countries, when I was 16. We just ended up chatting. He was in a long term committed relationship and I was just beginning to date a guy I briefly went to school with in California in the 5th grade, and again in the 7th in Washington (he had a similar upbringing, and it was a total coincidence we ended up in the same 2 states, cities, and schools at the same time). Nothing serious, but again, I wasn't looking. That relationship never really took off, and around the same time, my husband's relationship ended suddenly. We spent time chatting and consoling one another. It was just a few months later I realized I was falling and falling hard for this guy. We arranged to meet. I flew to Holland and the moment I set eyes on him, realized this man would be my husband, we'd have 2 children, a boy and a girl in that order, and I knew their names.

We dated 9 months long distantly and then he came to meet me in the States. I'd since moved form Utah (of course) to New Mexico. We took a couple weeks to do a road trip across the Southwest. He met my parents. We made plans to commit.

Since I was pretty loose as far as work went and he had a good job in Holland, I moved out there. He got us a corner apartment with huge windows and made sure it had a tub for me. He knew how much I loved my baths and they are rare out there. He did absolutely everything he could to make sure I was comfortable, right down to making sure I did the decorating. It was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done. We played a lot. Spent weekends walking through the various villages, getting coffee at little cafes sitting on the terraces, and spending weekend nights at Het Oude Pothuys listening to live music, him with a beer and me with my wine. We had a lot of fun, spending time with his family, and his friends, whom I adored. I did experience a lot of home sickness, but not for the U.S. per say, but for my family. I missed my parents terribly. Still, I was enjoying my Dutch classes, my time with him, and our life.

More to come...thanks again...

2 comments:

Christy in Seattle said...

Looking forward to the rest of your story!

helderheid said...

Thanks Christy! I'll leak it all out here eventually. :)