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Love Week: Patricia – ‘My First Love Story’

Today is our 10th day of Love Week and with just one more day to go I am excited to have Patricia guest posting today from Kisses & Croissants.  As a newlywed, who better to write about love and marriage than this beautiful expat living in France.  I follow a huge amount of expat and travel bloggers and her blog is one of them. What I love about it is the way that Patricia writes because she does not limit herself to just posts about living the expat life.  She writes posts that are engaging, funny, and carefree and writes honestly from her heart.  It would be hard to visit her blog for the first time and not stay a long while.  But what I appreciate and love must about her is how friendly and sweet she is as a person.  I have said it before, but I really did not use twitter that much before February.  Being able to engage with Patricia through that social media and through our conversations on her comments has really changed the way I view blogging and for the better.  After ten years of marriage I love hearing about how couples meet and Patricia’s love story is so romantic in my eyes.  I have been looking forward to her guest post today to share it with you all.  Thank you so much Patricia for not just guest posting but for being my friend among the expats of this world.  

Hey A Compass Rose fans! I’m Patricia and Kisses & Croissants is my little corner of the internet. Bonnie is super awesome (you already knew that of course), and has asked me to guest post for her while she’s off having an amazing week of marriage celebration. Keeping in line with the romantic theme, I wanted to share my first love story with you today. Please excuse the corniness. I’m just kind of sappy like that! :)


At 19, I was young, curious, and just itching for adventure. A year long study abroad program in France seemed glamorous and thrilling. So I stuffed everything I could into one little suitcase and bought a plane ticket. A few months later, completely excited, jet lagged, and a little naive, I showed up in a city that I’d never visited before, not knowing any one or even if I’d be able to find my apartment in the morning. I barely spoke the language.

It wasn’t long before a sweet lady from church decided to “adopt” me for the school year. I fell in love with her son the first day we met. I know how cheesy that sounds, but that’s really what happened. He was tall, dark, handsome, and barely spoke English. At the time we could only see each other on weekends, when his mom invited me to Sunday dinners. He lived three hours away from us in the south of France. At the time I thought that was tough, but he quickly became my world, my first real love.

That school year passed quickly and the end of summer came. I had to go back to my home university to finish my senior year, because throwing away my education for a boy that I’d known for less than a year was out of the question. He promised wait for me, but when he dropped me off at the airport I couldn’t stop from self from crying. I remember being slightly embarrassed to be sobbing in front of so many strangers while he held me in front of Geneva airport’s Burger King. So not glamorous.
I’m not going to tell you that living oceans apart was easy, because we were so in love. People who tell you that are lying. Long distance relationships suck. I’m also not going to tell you it was the hardest thing I’d ever done. He was still my best friend, my closest confidant, and always just a phone call away. I had a lot to be grateful for.
We only saw each other in person once during that nine month separation, one week right around New Year’s. He was supposed to come to Nevada to meet my family, but he broke his ankle the week before and the doctor told him that he couldn’t travel. I hopped on a plane as soon as I heard and went to go see him.

Just so you know, happy endings do exist :) . After graduation I dropped everything, bought a plane ticket back to France, and married that boy. We still appreciate every day that we get to spend together, because we spent so many days just wishing that we could. 
You can read about what we’re up to now and what’s it like being an American in France by clicking here
Please stop by and say hi! :)

Love Week: Melyssa – ‘5 Love Lessons’

Today I am writing you from Notting Hill in London, England!  We had an amazing week in Wales and now we are enjoying our capital city with our family members before they have to leave.  Yesterday we checked out Portobello Road market, ate fish and chips, and went to Kensington Gardens.  Today we are excited to take my boys to the Imperial War Museum and aim to get to platform 9 and 3/4. However we have at least 6 people with us (including me) that are still upset we cannot get into Hogwarts and never got our letter.  One person who shares my love of Harry Potter is my guest blogger for today, Melyssa.  
Melyssa is really the sweetest person I know and sometimes it is hard for me to think about her without thinking about her and her adorable fluffy corgi, Monja (also pictured above).  I love hearing about things he is up to on her twitter feed.  What is so great about Melyssa is her amazing way to connect people and in the blogging world that is golden.  Between her weekly link up and monthly snail mail collective she brings bloggers all over the world together.  Today I am glad to return the favour and bring you all to her. Thank you babette for joining in this LoveWeek series!

Hi everyone! My name is Melyssa and I blog over at The Nectar Collective. I’m a California native currently living in Tokyo, Japan where I met my boyfriend, Keiji. Being in an interracial and intercultural relationship can definitely get interesting (and fun) and today I’m sharing five of the sweetest lessons I’ve learned from that fella up there about love, relationships, and life. Here goes nothin’! 
  1. You don’t need to be fluent in someone’s language to have a meaningful relationship with them. 
Whenever people, especially friends back home, hear about our relationship, they always ask if I’m fluent in Japanese or if he’s fluent in English. Actually, the answer is no. “What?! So how do you communicate?” Well, if I think about my regular relationships with friends who speak English, not everything is about words anyways. There is tone, gestures, facial expressions, and even silences that help me decipher the meaning of what we want to express. Keiji and I do speak together in Japanese and can understand each other pretty well, but I’ve learned not to undervalue the connection I can have with someone based on language alone. There’s a deeper language inside that connects us all together.

2. Small I’m-thinking-of-you gifts go a long way. 
One part of Japanese culture is something called “omiyage.” It literally means, “souvenir” and has about the same meaning. However, in Japan, gift-giving is a big deal and people give omiyage much more than we would think to in my North American culture. In Japan, omiyage is usually given to say “you’ve been in my thoughts even while I was away.” Even if you go on a vacation from work, people will generally bring back omiyage for each person in their office, as well as close friends and family. Sometimes when Keiji goes somewhere without me, he’ll bring back some small omiyage as a way to say that he hadn’t forgotten about me. I never really thought I’d like this tradition because I don’t think love should have to be expressed with purchases, but now I am seeing the underlying meaning behind omiyage. It’s not so much about the gifts, which are usually small anyways, but about the sentiment – you’re always with me, even when you’re not.


3. Love is only between two people. 
Let me explain what I mean by that. I am a white woman from the US and Keiji is Japanese, born and raised. It’s not completely uncommon to see a foreign man with a Japanese woman in Japan, but to see a relationship the other way around is very rare. Sometimes we’ll get stares from people. I remember a time one of his friends asked him in front of me, “are your parents ok with her?” But the more stares or awkward conversations there are, the less I seem to notice or care. Because really, love should be between the two people who share it. It doesn’t matter what other people think because, well, they’re not dating us. And that’s that. 
4. Japanese boys will never like spicy food. You must hoard it and eat it by yourself. 
Japanese food is not spicy and most people do not like spicy food here. You’d also be surprised what is considered “spicy.” Keiji definitely has a hard time stomaching typical things like burritos or spicy types of ramen, but he also can’t stand less obviously “spicy” things, like cinnamon candy or toothpaste. Yes, toothpaste. He uses an apple flavored toothpaste because minty North American versions are just too hot too handle. Coming from Southern California where spicy food reigns supreme, I obviously hoard it and eat it alone. Ok so maybe this one has nothing to do with lessons about love, but if it’s any consolation, I love spicy food. 
5. If you love someone, you don’t need to hide it. 
Japan is not a very PDA-prone country. I’ve heard that some couples in Korea match their outfits to show they’re dating. You just don’t see things like that in Japan. People are more private. But there is something I do see – people are proud to be in relationships. Keiji holds my hand wherever we go. Always. He also doesn’t hesitate to tell people about me and share our relationship with the world. On a planet where sometimes relationships can feel like “burdens,” my Japanese boy has always made me feel like it was a blessing. This is definitely one of the most important lessons I’ve learned about love – that if it exists, there’s nothing to hide. 
 Thanks for stickin’ around! If you liked this post, I hope you’ll join me for my on my blog, The Nectar Collective, where I tend to write about my travels, Japan, positivity, my dog Monja, and anything that gets me thinking!

Now tell me, are YOU in a relationship? What have YOU learned from your partner? If not, what is something you’ve learned from past relationships? I’d love to hear your thoughts below. :)

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Love Week: Rachel – ‘Moving & Marriage’

Yesterday was our 10th Wedding Anniversary and it was so lovely! I cannot wait to share all the photos with you guys.  Thank you so much for all the lovely comments, messages, and tweets!  I look forward to responding to you all. One person who always responds to me is Rachel, my guest blogger for today for the continuation of Love Week.  As a busy wife and mum I know how time consuming blogging can be (though I love it!) but Rachel some how manages to do it all.  I love her big heart and her loving spirit.  She has the cutest two little doggies whom I follow as a vicarious pet owner.  I was drawn to her having lived an Expat life and love to view her amazing travel photographs.  She is definitely someone I hope to plan a future blate with so I can hear about her travel experiences in person and perhaps make friends with her dogs. :)  Thank you so much Rachel for taking the time to be apart of this Love Week Series!  

Hi, everyone! I’m Rachel and I blog over at Postcards from Rachel, and I’m very excited to be guest posting for Bonnie while she renews her vows in Wales! Since this week’s posts are centered around love and relationships, I figured I’d discuss how moving abroad impacted my marriage and what I’ve learned from the experience. But first, let me give you a brief timeline of events.

B and I met at a happy hour in Washington, DC while he was working in finance and I was working on the Hill. Okay, okay… so it wasn’t exactly a happy hour because it was late and I was a little really tipsy, but that sounds better than saying we met at a bar, right? Right. Anyway, things obviously worked out because one year later we were engaged to be married. While I was trying to plan a long-distance wedding and juggle a Congressman’s schedule, B brought up the idea of moving abroad for his job. I was overwhelmed and had just experienced my first panic attack at work, and honestly, quitting my job to move abroad to Scotland sounded like a fairytale. And a good excuse to take it easy for a while.

We got married in the Midwest, left for our honeymoon, returned to DC a week later, and started hauling all of our belongings to a storage unit in Virginia. I had my last day of work and a few days later we hopped on a plane to the UK. This all happened in about three weeks.  
Because everything happened so quickly and we still needed to find a place to live in Scotland, we fought. A lot. Living out of a suitcase in a cramped hotel room for two weeks wasn’t my idea of newlywed bliss and I had a difficult time adjusting to unemployment. Eventually we found an apartment and things got a little easier, but I found myself not wanting to get out of bed. I didn’t realize the move would have such a negative impact on me.
I felt out of place, I missed my friends and family and most of all, I was completely bored. While I was working in DC, I didn’t really have any hobbies, so I didn’t know what to do with my time in Scotland. Because I was sad, I contemplated returning home. When I realized going back wouldn’t work, I took out my frustration on my husband. He worked long hours and I was constantly alone so I blamed him.
Then one day things changed. We suddenly realized that since we were living in a foreign country without any support from our loved ones, we needed to be each other’s biggest cheerleaders. We learned to rely on one another, worked on our communication skills, and helped each other through rough patches during our expat adventures. We planned date nights and vacations, talked about our future and before I knew it, B became my best friend once again.
Even though expat life was hard, it was the best thing that could have happened to us as a couple. Would we have learned this much about each other in DC while we were both working full-time? Eventually, yes. But because we were thrown into this situation, we developed a stronger trust.
It’s been almost two years since our wedding. We’re still moving around, we still have our ups and downs, and we continue to grow.
Do you have a similar story?
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My 10th Wedding Anniversary – 02.08.13

Today my husband and I have been married for 10 years. It has become the most important anniversary milestone in our twelve years together and our ten years of marriage.  It is a realization in itself that we have been married this long but there is no denying the fact when I also remember that our oldest is now eight years old.  Time really does pass you by.  I recently was given a wedding dvd from one of our wedding guests after I told them we had lost our wedding dvd in a move.  We watched it last night with my sister and it was remarkable to see just how young we were only a decade ago.  It almost seems like a whole different world we were living in as newlyweds.  
We we currently still living in the ‘bubble’ of my conservative christian university in the days before my husband joined the military.  I had my parents’ relationship, a couple who raised their children overseas and loved travel, as my vision of marriage.  I think it is safe to say as newlyweds we both had a more fantasy view of what our life together would be like throughout our marriage.  I had no foreshadowing of the hardships to come our way.  The stresses of military life, starting a family and raising children,  being far from family without a support system, the sudden loss of a parent, and how it would all affect our marriage.  On top of it all it became hard to name a couple I knew that were still married amongst our military friends and acquaintances, and more easier to name those who called it quits.  
In the end my husband and I stayed together, moved abroad together, and have begun a whole new life for our family as expats in England.  Life has never been sweeter.  Yes life has still been hard and we still find our moments of stress. However we know that we have each other.  Being married to your best friend and experiencing all the ups and downs together as partners is what has made our marriage stronger.  
I am so happy to begin another ten years with Ryan and to continue our life overseas.  Though we are no longer those naive newlyweds in their early twenties,  we have both evolved into the people we are today.  I love my husband so much for who he has become and who he is to me.  Something I mentioned in my vows a decade ago.  Today we are getting ready for our Vow Renewal ceremony here in Snowdonia, Wales.  It is been a long anticipated event that we now share with a few family and friends.  It is not our ‘happy ending’ but just another new happy beginning to the next chapter of our love story. 

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Love Week: Amanda – ‘How I Fall more in Like with my Husband’

Day Six of Love Week and just one day away from our 10th Wedding Anniversary. While we are in Wales celebrating with family and friends I introduce you to Amanda, an expat living in South Korea with her husband. As both military brats, with a background in theatre, and a love of travel I really connect with Amanda. She is a perfect example to me of how friendship knows no borders (or languages) and you can become friends with someone who may live on the opposite side of the world from you. Six months ago I may have sent out a tweet here and there but now I look forward to seeing what Amanda is up to through twitter from England and getting to know her better. The world may be very big with lots of places to explore, but at the same time it is very small. I really like being reminded how we can take a different view of something and see it even better than before. Today Amanda does that with sharing how she daily falls in further like with her husband. We can all fall in love, but finding how to sustain that love over the years is key. As we celebrate ten years of marriage that fact becomes ever more important in my eyes. Please make Amanda feel the love today for the sixth day of Love week and without further adieu I leave you with her and her guest post for today.
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Hi all, I’m Amanda and I blog over at Living in Another Language. My husband and I have been married since August 16th, 2010, after dating just 4 months. Before you have a heart attack about this, you should know we had been friends since 2006, where we met in a work-study program in college.  We currently live in South Korea teaching little kiddos how to say their ‘ABC’s’ and other things. Namely English…and for kicks we throw in a little Spanish every now in again (why not?). 
Back to the topic of this post. I’m so excited for Bonnie and her husband’s vow renewals! Although I don’t know Bonnie outside of blog-land, I totally wish I could be there for her big event! Since she’s gone getting ‘hitched’ again, I thought about writing a ‘how-to,’ on the first years of marriage. Who am I kidding. I don’t have a PhD in anything, I’ve only been married for 3 years, and I’m 24 years old. Pretty credible don’t ya think? Nixed that idea real quick. Cue cheesy grin. 
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Photo by Chris Smith Photography 2010
I’ve decided write about how I spend every day of my life falling more and more deeply in ‘like’  with my husband.  Yes. I said like. Here’s the deal. I’vloved my husband for 3 1/2 years. Love‘ goes a lot deeper than ‘like’, and it’s harder to fall out of. ‘Like’ is something that’s very easy to fall out of, and so many couples my age (married or not) get caught in a pit of un-like…which can lead to falling out of love if it gets crazy bad. Yikes. 

Hopefully I haven’t lost you yet.

Here we go-how I fall more in ‘like’ with my husband:
1. I have a list saved on my phone of 100 reasons I adore my husband. Every time I have a bad day, I read this list and it makes me smile and get all warm and fuzzy inside. 
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2. He’s not afraid of the unknown and encourages me to take the leap of faith with him. I seriously have the greatest adventures with my husband. Heck. I moved South Korea where I didn’t have family, didn’t know anyone, didn’t speak the language, or didn’t know how the heck I was going to to do my job (I’m not a certified teacher). My husband has always been there for me as I’ve had small panic attacks due to the lack of friends (I was a huge socialite back home), as I’ve broken down and cried over not being there for my sister’s pregnancy or birth over her sweet baby girl, and as old friends have unexpectedly passed away. Guys-It’s hard living overseas. But it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to our marriage. We only have each other to lean on for support, and as a young married couple we have grown so much by this.

3. My husband loves to play. I should rephrase that: my husband and I love to play! Whether it’s tossing the football, playing Kinect (I suck at it), jumping in the waves of the ocean, making music  or even experimenting in partner yoga,we love to do things together! I think playing is so important in our relationship. It helps us forget the stresses of the day and unwind the right way: with each other.  We’re both open to trying new hobbies, and when we’re not good at them, we love to laugh with each other. 
4. We talk. About everything. First of all, my husband and I have no secrets. We talk openly about the past to each other as well as the present struggles we may be facing. D really doesn’t have much of a choice…I don’t have many girlfriends I can just yap all my problems to. He has to step in and fill that void, and thankfully he does it with such understanding and has a great listening ear! 
5. We both enjoy life. I am so thankful to have married a man who enjoys life just as much as I do. Whether its drinking a cup of jasmine tea in the morning and reminiscing about the last 7 years we have known each other, or jumping in a shark cage to witness great whites (that’s booked for January 2014), we’re ready to take on the world together, hand-in-hand. We love new experiences, old experiences, crazy experiences, and everything in between. Life is our biggest adventure, and we’re both on board to live it to it’s fullest! 
So do I lovemy husband? I freaking adore him. Do I ‘like’ my husband? Oh yes…way more than I could possibly even say. Sure, we have our moments: the times that just aren’t ‘working.’ But overall, at the end of the day, D is always there for me and I’m always there for him. 
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Photo by Chris Smith Photography 2010
What about you? What do you do to fall in ‘like’ with your significant other? 
Have you found that learning to ‘like’ each other better has lead to a more successful and loving relationship? 
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