Two Years. TWO YEARS?! Happy Anniversary!

Date Posted: November 16, 2014
Posted in: Personal

Jonathan Clarkin

Two years ago, I hopped on a plane from Boston to San Pedro Sula. The goal was to backpack through Honduras and Guatemala for six weeks, ideally finding somewhere I wanted to live and work. But realistically I thought I’d have a great six weeks, and then figure out where to go next.

Leaving with snow on the ground in Boston - don't miss that at all!

Leaving with snow on the ground in Boston – don’t miss that at all!

I landed in San Pedro Sula, took a bus out to the coast, and by day two I found myself on the island of Roatan. I figured I’d be here for five days, soaking in some sunshine and salt air to melt the frost that had already begun back in Boston. Alas, fate had other plans.

I arrived on Saturday, November 10th. I met up with my friend, Kelly, who introduced me to her friend Ruth. On Sunday we all went to West Bay to hang out on the beach and enjoy a glorious sunny Caribbean day. After most other people had left, Ruth and I were chatting on the beach when this hottie *ahem* gentleman came strolling up.

Our first photo together - November 20, 2012

Our first photo together – November 20, 2012

A few minutes of small talk and I was intrigued. Fast-forward to Wednesday, when we bumped into each other getting coffee. From an early morning run-in to a late-night multi-hour conversation, I was infatuated.

By the next evening, I’d decided I wasn’t going to take that ferry back to the mainland on Friday. By Sunday, we’d decided I would move into his apartment with him. By Monday, a mere 8 days after meeting him and only 11 days since I’d left Boston, we adopted our furbaby Lina.

First family photo! She's no longer this camera shy.

First family photo! She’s no longer this camera shy.

Lina's "stop using the laptop and come play on the beach with me instead" face

Lina’s “stop using the laptop and come play on the beach with me” face

It’s been two years since I arrived in this little paradise I now call home. It’s been two years since I met and fell in love with this Irish-Colombian I now call home. It’s been two years since we adopted our favorite ball of fur we now call home. And it’s been two years since I left the home that I still call home.

Two years with these two is paradise

Two years with these two is paradise

Home is a fluid concept – not simply a place to sleep or hold your belongings. It’s a sigh of happiness being in the same space. It’s a belly laugh and a memory that always makes your eyes shine. It’s a need to be close to feel complete, knowing that distance leaves a nagging feeling that something just isn’t right. Home is how I’ve felt since we came together two years ago. It’s the “we” that makes it so familiar, rather than the where. Yes, our little island home is paradise. But arriving in Roatan two years ago isn’t what I’m celebrating this week. That exact date likely would have been forgotten somewhere along the way, blown out to sea in the salt breeze. What I am celebrating is a week filled with joy and love, right up through November 19th: Lina’s New Life Day. I hope everyone enjoys a bacon treat in her honor. And maybe a toast to love and feeling home.

Dinner in Edinburgh with his family for his parents' 30th wedding anniversary

Dinner in Edinburgh with his family for his parents’ 30th wedding anniversary

Happy anniversary! Cheers!

 

Two years ago, I hopped on a plane from Boston to San Pedro Sula. The goal was to backpack through Honduras and Guatemala for six weeks, ideally finding somewhere I wanted to live and work. But realistically I thought I’d have a great six weeks, and then figure out where to go next.

Leaving with snow on the ground in Boston - don't miss that at all!

Leaving with snow on the ground in Boston – don’t miss that at all!

I landed in San Pedro Sula, took a bus out to the coast, and by day two I found myself on the island of Roatan. I figured I’d be here for five days, soaking in some sunshine and salt air to melt the frost that had already begun back in Boston. Alas, fate had other plans.

I arrived on Saturday, November 10th. I met up with my friend, Kelly, who introduced me to her friend Ruth. On Sunday we all went to West Bay to hang out on the beach and enjoy a glorious sunny Caribbean day. After most other people had left, Ruth and I were chatting on the beach when this hottie *ahem* gentleman came strolling up.

Our first photo together - November 20, 2012

Our first photo together – November 20, 2012

A few minutes of small talk and I was intrigued. Fast-forward to Wednesday, when we bumped into each other getting coffee. From an early morning run-in to a late-night multi-hour conversation, I was infatuated.

By the next evening, I’d decided I wasn’t going to take that ferry back to the mainland on Friday. By Sunday, we’d decided I would move into his apartment with him. By Monday, a mere 8 days after meeting him and only 11 days since I’d left Boston, we adopted our furbaby Lina.

First family photo! She's no longer this camera shy.

First family photo! She’s no longer this camera shy.

Lina's "stop using the laptop and come play on the beach with me instead" face

Lina’s “stop using the laptop and come play on the beach with me” face

It’s been two years since I arrived in this little paradise I now call home. It’s been two years since I met and fell in love with this Irish-Colombian I now call home. It’s been two years since we adopted our favorite ball of fur we now call home. And it’s been two years since I left the home that I still call home.

Two years with these two is paradise

Two years with these two is paradise

Home is a fluid concept – not simply a place to sleep or hold your belongings. It’s a sigh of happiness being in the same space. It’s a belly laugh and a memory that always makes your eyes shine. It’s a need to be close to feel complete, knowing that distance leaves a nagging feeling that something just isn’t right. Home is how I’ve felt since we came together two years ago. It’s the “we” that makes it so familiar, rather than the where. Yes, our little island home is paradise. But arriving in Roatan two years ago isn’t what I’m celebrating this week. That exact date likely would have been forgotten somewhere along the way, blown out to sea in the salt breeze. What I am celebrating is a week filled with joy and love, right up through November 19th: Lina’s New Life Day. I hope everyone enjoys a bacon treat in her honor. And maybe a toast to love and feeling home.

Dinner in Edinburgh with his family for his parents' 30th wedding anniversary

Dinner in Edinburgh with his family for his parents’ 30th wedding anniversary

Happy anniversary! Cheers!

 

About the author

Amanda Walkins

Serial expat Amanda Walkins is a freelance writer and blogger. She has lived in 7 different countries, traveled to many more, and loves helping people explore the world through slow travel and living overseas.