Sep 04, 2011
My FI and I met almost 4 years ago in the apartment complex that we both lived in. I had been there for quite a few years, and he was new to the building. I saw him and HAD to talk to him, but I couldn't right that minute. So the next day, I went to the same place I had seen him the day before, at the time I had seen him... and there he was. I struck up a conversation and sparks flew. After a few months of getting to know eachother, he finally asked me on a date- the same night as game 3 of the World Series when the Red Sox (his absolute FAVORITE team) were playing. We had an amazing date, amazing first kiss and then we went back to his place and watched the last few innings of the game. 2 and a half years later, we finally took a real vacation- the first he had ever been on- to Jamaca. It was there that he got on one knee and made me the happiest woman alive! Once we got home, I started to plan, but as I am a PhD student (I've been in college now for a full decade!), finding time was a bit challenging. My FI also applied and got into a masters program for nursing, and 4 months after we got engaged, he moved halfway across the country from me. We spent 6 months living in 2 states, me trying to finish my research so I could write my thesis with him, and him studying everyday. I am finally living with him, still writing my thesis, and also less than 6 months from my wedding. With a pretty tight budget, and a student's salary (or lack there of) we are pushing through and still trying to have the wedding of our dreams! The thing that keeps me sane through all of it is that I know at the end of all of this, I will marry the man I have always wanted, the man who understands me and loves me. And in the end, that really is all that matters.