My little family is quite the cultural one.
You know them couples who have ‘how we met stories’ so ridiculously adorable. Well we don’t exactly fall into that category, but love at first sights I believe it was, looking through the haze of alcohol, spotting each other between the crowd followed by a few cheesy pickup lines and since then hit it off! He was fun, silly, interesting and spontaneous! Just my type!
We somehow got separated at the end of the night, but earlier he had sneaked his number into my phone, lucky we!
So here we are..
Happily, ever after living in this beautiful country with our two Australian babies, me from Denmark (In Europe, not the Aussie town) and my partner from Ireland.
We met at a time in our lives where we were both busy travelling and working out what to do.
Things were challenging at times, yet we continued seeing each other and the butterflies grew. We went through lots together, a farm stay (long story), an outback road trip involving a FLAT TIRE, vacations, Kieran meeting my parents in Denmark, me meeting his in Ireland and in between all that a bit of long distance bonding even further.
We were living life and growing our relationship planning to travel all over America together in a caravan.
Living in Australia 1000s of miles away from family, he was my rock in the hard times, always supporting and uplifting when in need. Living this far away from family isn’t always easy, and a call or skype home can sometimes make the homesickness worse.
But here we were, after being through so much together, ups and down.
In the middle of our BIG America trip, we got PREGNANT!
The America scrap/planning book turned into getting ready for baby book. Jeez, here we were, literally the furthest away from the people you would want the closest at this point, pregnant. So much excitement and concern all in the same bobble of feelings.
Being a fairly new couple still going through the newly loved up, still getting to know each other, it was freakin’ scary news on top of being literally on the other side of the globe from our loved ones.
But I never for one minute doubted that this was the man I would be proud of making people with. He had his shit together, was responsible with his career and definitely know how to cook up a great breakfast!
We now have two little boys, still living away and still learning about each other.
Yes, it can be challenging at times being with someone who is from a different country than you, different main language and on top of that, living in a third country. There really is a lot of difference when you are from two different countries, especially language wise! BOY, the amount of time we have misunderstood each other on this one not the mentioned the amount of time he has laughed at me when I’ve said something like “are you taking the piss on me” instead of “are you taking the piss out of me” – amongst many other tings!
Then, there’s some really cool things about being so culturally diverse too such as giving our boys the gift of growing up with TWO languages, THREE if you count the little celtic inputs.
Experiencing the best of 3 countries! The one we’re living in and the 2 others that we have families in and will visit in the future ahead. Celebrating holidays and traditions and allowing ourselves to be more open-minded and cultured and not least passing this on to our kids.
Not to mention all the different foods both of our traditional food we have shared.
To be with someone from a different origin has given more knowledge about a different country, that I never knew much about before. And together we have experienced a whole new.