We’ll run away on broken shoes and live off of juice. It’s worth it if we make it.
One warm evening in Granada, Spain I sat on a hostel floor scribbling these words in a worn journal. The pages were filled with memories from months of backpacking alone through Europe. I had been ‘that girl’ my whole life, obsessed with becoming perfect in every way imaginable. Ultimately it cracked me and after a long struggle I realized I had no concept of who I was. So I left a boyfriend, an apartment, a college degree and an eating disorder behind. At the time I believed I had given up everything to set out on my search to find myself.
I am Tamara, Danish. He is Alex, American.
He was accustomed to leaving as well. Alex was born an American but with a European heart. America was too fast, too loud, too unreal for who he was. Ultimately his heart dragged him away from his previous life on a wild adventure that lead to a kiss under Granada moonlight.
The very day we met we talked about coincidence, how amazing it is to think that you could walk out your front door any day and meet your soul mate. When he left I realized I needed to chase him. So I did. We crossed countries and oceans to be together, desperately attempting to halt the hands of time whenever we were back in each other’s arms. Somehow time seemed to pass even faster the harder we fought it and we would once again face the anguish of being apart.
We sat by a lake in Austin one sunny day, dreading my looming flight back home. One of our typical intense conversations turned towards priorities in life. During a moment of silence it suddenly dawned upon me that the place I was going back to was not as important to me as the human in front of me. I had found myself within another person, and he was more home to me than anywhere in the world. We could be together if we wanted to, all it would take was the bravery to give up everything else. It seemed a small price to pay. Alex had searched for his place and I had searched for myself. Right here was what we had both been looking for. We had found ‘us’ and together we were home.
There was no question about it really. We quit our jobs, sold our things and each packed a carry on sized backpack. In the beginning of August 2014 we took our first flight from Copenhagen to Granada, Spain where we had first met. Now here we are, somewhere in the world finding home in hidden corners of beautiful cities, spreading the word through our web site. We want to share our live running away from visa laws keeping us apart, in the pursuit of love and finding our place in the world. And we want to talk to other LDR couples out there who are in hard positions.
Nice to meet you all!
Cheers Tamara
EDIT: We are not overstaying visas or otherwise breaking the law. The reason we travel is because the VISA laws of our respective countries keep us from living together.
One warm evening in Granada, Spain I sat on a hostel floor scribbling these words in a worn journal. The pages were filled with memories from months of backpacking alone through Europe. I had been ‘that girl’ my whole life, obsessed with becoming perfect in every way imaginable. Ultimately it cracked me and after a long struggle I realized I had no concept of who I was. So I left a boyfriend, an apartment, a college degree and an eating disorder behind. At the time I believed I had given up everything to set out on my search to find myself.
I am Tamara, Danish. He is Alex, American.
He was accustomed to leaving as well. Alex was born an American but with a European heart. America was too fast, too loud, too unreal for who he was. Ultimately his heart dragged him away from his previous life on a wild adventure that lead to a kiss under Granada moonlight.
The very day we met we talked about coincidence, how amazing it is to think that you could walk out your front door any day and meet your soul mate. When he left I realized I needed to chase him. So I did. We crossed countries and oceans to be together, desperately attempting to halt the hands of time whenever we were back in each other’s arms. Somehow time seemed to pass even faster the harder we fought it and we would once again face the anguish of being apart.
We sat by a lake in Austin one sunny day, dreading my looming flight back home. One of our typical intense conversations turned towards priorities in life. During a moment of silence it suddenly dawned upon me that the place I was going back to was not as important to me as the human in front of me. I had found myself within another person, and he was more home to me than anywhere in the world. We could be together if we wanted to, all it would take was the bravery to give up everything else. It seemed a small price to pay. Alex had searched for his place and I had searched for myself. Right here was what we had both been looking for. We had found ‘us’ and together we were home.
There was no question about it really. We quit our jobs, sold our things and each packed a carry on sized backpack. In the beginning of August 2014 we took our first flight from Copenhagen to Granada, Spain where we had first met. Now here we are, somewhere in the world finding home in hidden corners of beautiful cities, spreading the word through our web site. We want to share our live running away from visa laws keeping us apart, in the pursuit of love and finding our place in the world. And we want to talk to other LDR couples out there who are in hard positions.
Nice to meet you all!
Cheers Tamara
EDIT: We are not overstaying visas or otherwise breaking the law. The reason we travel is because the VISA laws of our respective countries keep us from living together.
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