In the middle of the year 2000, I fell in love with a wonderful Australian guy. I saw him twice, once for 2 weeks in 2001, as we travelled around Canada and the northeast US, and again for five weeks in 2002, as I visited his home in Canberra.
Given that I wasn’t independently wealthy, and he had a fair bit of money saved up from working whilst going to school, but not too much, it didn’t look good for our relationship. But I managed to get accepted to a really great course in Canberra (I’d always wanted to go back to school anyway), land a study visa, and through moving back in with my (surprisingly supportive) parents and working two jobs I saved up enough money to pay for the tuition and the move. He saved up enough money to put a sizeable down-payment on a house, and 2.5 years after we fell in love, I moved to Canberra to live with him. Now, 4.5 years after it began, we’re applying for my permanent residency.
It was hard - incredibly hard - to be away from him for so long, and for years we didn’t really have a plan. But I wanted it so badly, I found ways to turn an unfavourable, hopeless situation into a new start and a much better life. The eventual reward of snuggling in his arms was a great motivator, and if I could do it all over, I’d choose the same course of action (amended slightly to make getting this permanent residency visa a little easier!).
How’d we do it?
We used programs like iParty or VoxPhone Gold to talk over our internet connections instead of over the telephone, which made saving money even easier. We could talk as long as we wanted without worrying about how much it was costing us. [Microsoft NetConference also worked, but dodgily, and sometimes it sounded like there were aliens on the line with us, things got garbled so badly!]
Whenever we had doubts about our abilities to continue in the arrangement, we voiced them - immediately. Then we’d talk (this was usually through e-mail, so we could approach it more intellectually than emotionally - I cry at the drop of a hat) about ways to resolve the problem. We had an understanding that, if at any time, we felt it was too hopeless, we could give up - but since neither of us wanted to do that, this “understanding” compelled us to find ways to make it less hopeless.
We were downright cold in deciding how to finally enact our plan - I moved here because it was economically and diplomatically more accessible, and I had fewer ties to my community. We drew up lists of pros and cons and worked it out as dispassionately as other couples might decide on a new dishwasher. Making our choices based on these rational things made it easier to see that the plan would eventually work, and went a long way towards alleviating the loneliness and hopelessness we often felt.
I think if it’s a solid relationship from the beginning, and you work out ahead of time how to avoid the pitfalls that will result from insecurity, unexpected set-backs, and the need for affection, then you’ll do just fine. I mean, I’m not the most mature person in the world, especially when it comes to relationships, and I muddled through it OK! 