Day 113: Pre-OCCUPATIONS

Matt has a job.
Matt has a job Matt has a job Matthasajob MatthasajobMatthasajobMatthasajobMatthasajobMatthasajob MATT HAS A JOB MATT HAS A JOB!! I was shaking for an hour, unable to talk, hands slamming the keyboard. He was offered it on the spot, he said, his choice of two seperate PhD projects. I was smiling ear to ear, shivering. If he hadn't gotten this, he had warned, he would have killed himself. I would have been lost. There aren't words to explain to relieved I am.

To those who don't know, there seems little reason to be so excited. Yeah, it's a bad climate, but he has a job. You'll get some money. No big deal, right? If Matt and I lived in the same place, I would agree with you. But in order for me to move to the UK, we need to have some qualifications met.

One, we need to have met each other. This we can prove, dozens of times over.
Two, we need to get married in 6 months. This will be rushed, but possible.
Three, we need to live together. Here is where it starts to get tricky..
Four, we need to support me without any public funds. No welfare, no NHS, nothing. For this..
Five, we need to live in a place where he, and only he and provide for me, in a place he owns.

This means Matt needs his own place, and a way to pay for it. Without a job, he can't get a place, can't prove he can take care of me. A job is the first and most important step for us to be together.

And Matt. Has a job. I'm beside myself with joy. Now, I can hear your questions. Wait wait, Trina, you quit your job before you ever even know if Matt would get one? Well, yes. Of course. I had faith he would get one, and a certain knowledge I would die if I stayed in mine with no promise of freedom. It was irresponsible, maybe, but necessary, and I don't think I could date someone I didn't trust that much.

So, what next? Matt's school starts in Nottingham, and in January he moves to Glasgow for 4 years. I am.. unwilling to wait till January to be with him, so now we need to start planning. In any case, I'm leaving Denver around the first, and then going to San Francisco. I'll work my way down to LA, where (hopefully) Matt will meet me, have a great week with my friends, rocking out hardcore, and then come home, where it's proposals and visas, ending with a real life interview in NYC, with any luck, and then.. The UK, where marriage and happiness await. It's all really, really happening. I'm so excited, scared, excited, and scared. And terrified. And happy.