My name is Mia. I am almost 21 and I currently live in Montreal. I used to live with my father, stepmother and half-sister until just a month ago, but that'll come in at the end of the story.
I come from a very conservative and "old-school" family that distrusts anything new, like the internet. Which brings me to my story.
After moving back to Montreal after living abroad for 5 years, I met Hamish in October of 2012, when we were both 19. It was his birthday. The meeting place? Tumblr. Seeing as I recently followed him, I decided to send him a simple happy birthday message even though we didn't really talk before. That's when it all began.
From that moment on, we started talking every day, progressing from Tumblr messages, to Facebook messages, to texts and eventually, Skyping every single day, no matter the hour. The problem was that Hamish lived in Melbourne, Australia, giving us 15 hours time difference from each other. But that didn't stop us. I would stay up until 3-4am to talk to him and waking up ridiculously early to talk to him on my way to school. He would do the same. Within a month, we were head over heels in love.
The moment we realized how we felt about each other, it was a rocky road. We immediately started hatching plans for us to finally meet in person. As I said before, my family was very conservative and strict: they didn't allow me to get a job so I couldn't save up to see Hamish even if I wanted to. I'd bed my father to pay for a ticket to see the boy I was madly in love with, but he refused. This went on for a year. A year of promises, tears, broken hearts, hope. We ignored the distance between us and kept trying.
Towards the end of 2013, I suggested we go to Paris, a place my father would have no problem sending me to as we used to live there. Hamish worked for 3 or 4 months, eventually earning enough money for spending money as well as a ticket.
December 19, 2013 was the day we officially met. Looking back at it now, I can honestly say that was the best day of my life. I can clearly remember the first time I saw him through the glass barrier while picking up my luggage. Our first kiss was everything I wanted it to be. We spent the whole month in Paris in complete bliss. I honestly have never been happier.
After the month was over, and I had to head back home, it was hell. I hadn't even begun packing until the day of because I wanted to avoid thinking about it. I cried all the day to the airport, and then cried some more when we had to part so I could go through security and customs. I even cried for the most part of the 7-hour flight until I fell asleep.
Being home didn't help. I felt lonelier. I couldn't stop crying. My "loving" family insisted that there was nothing to cry about, "it's not like he's dead". Leaving my best friend in the entire world just completely broke my heart. Until he decided to buy a ticket to Montreal at the last minute to spend another month. Suddenly, we were having the best time of our lives again. He met my friends, I showed his Canadian life, he stayed in below-zero temperature and unbelievable snow for the first time in his life. Then we had to separate all over again and you get the gist.
It would be 10 months before I saw him again. 10 painful months because my father double-crossed me (again) and refused to send me off to see him in his hometown, despite him coming all the way to see mine. But we didn't give up. Since I was still "banned" from working, he worked constantly, until he had enough for a ticket. Seeing him at the airport again made me fall in love with him all over again. He changed his flight at least 5 times to spend more time with me and ended up staying here for 3 months.
Which brings us to now. At the time that I'm writing this, he went back to Melbourne 3 days ago. I vowed that our painful parting at airports would be the last time, and I decided to move to Melbourne, Australia for good after getting kicked out of home.
I'm currently studying full-time at university and I also got myself a job while still looking for a second job just to have enough funds to pay for my ticket as well as my visa. As for paying for university while I'm over there, I figured my best course of action would be taking student loans. However, it's difficult enough to have money for the visa and for my ticket when I have to support and feed myself at the same time, and Hamish hasn't started working.
That is why I started a GoFundMe page. Being with my best friend in the entire world in the same city is the best thing I could ever dream of. It would finally allow us to be truly happy and to have the life together that we deserve. Hopefully, my goal will be reached in time and I'll have my happy-ever-after.
Donations or sharing can be made here. I'd like to thank everyone in advance and I promise to keep everyone in the loop with updates on progress.
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