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Feb 17th 2010
After a leisurely breakfast at the Scandic Ferrum hotel in Kiruna, which included make your own waffles (yum!) Susie and I waited for the boys to pick the hire car up. We were off for an eventful day (some of which I knew about or at least guessed, and some of which was a huge, unexpected suprise to me).
After picking up the hire car our first stop was 10km down the road at Jukkasjarvi to visit the world famous Ice Hotel.
It was truely amazing and the room, especially the Art Rooms, were so intricately carved. My favourite room was Gotham City (because I like architecture and liked the architectural carving rather than being a fan of Batman!). Average cost of a room seems to be around ?300 a night but you aren’t expected to sleep as it’s too cold.
We stopped for a drink (non-alcholic costed ?5 each) at the Absolut sponsored Ice Bar. The drink came in an ice glass and we chose 4 different colours (although the general consensus was that the red one wasn’t too nice, and the blue one tasted too much of ice pops or WKD Blue sans alcohol).
After visiting the hotel and having a drink in the Absolut bar we went to the Ice Church. That was really pretty. Some people in our hotel were getting married there later in the week. Quick check on the internet found that they were paying over ?2k for the ceremony, plus the extra costs of the guests. Must’ve been a chilly wedding! Hope she got a thermal dress. We were cold in coats, jumpers and thermal tops wandering about the hotel!
After the Ice Hotel, bar and church we needed warming up so headed inside to the Ice Hotel cafe. Modern, wooden building serves as the booking area, restaurant, inside bar etc. Had a lovely hot chocolate to warm us up.
We had bought lunch at the ICA supermarket so we made sandwiches as we drove to our next destination at Abisko National Park.
We were headed to the Sky Station, 900ft up a moutain, where it was hoped we’d see the Northern Lights (or Aurora Borealis).
We drove through Kiruna into relative deserted countryside. All snow covered. Had a sighting of reindeer on the side of the road. Must’ve belonged to a Sami family as they herd and farm them for meat and skins.
We arrived at 5pm at the Abisko National Park where we were to have tea. We had booked ahead and were to pay ?30 each for a 3 course meal. We checked the menu and we were having Leek and Potato soup as starters, Elk Casserole as mains and a cheese selection to end.
Before food we booked our tickets for the chairlift that would take us 900ft up the mountain to a mountain hut / cafe and viewing point for the Northern Lights. Whilst we waited to go in for food we sat in the sofa area and relaxed with a drink.
The meal was really nice. Very filling and wholesome. The Elk was nice – sort of beef like really – not as strongly flavoured as reindeer. Over the meal I noticed Stephen seemed nervous. He so much wanted to see the Northern Lights (plus he had other plans up his sleeve!). Paul seemed fine, usual happy self.
After the meal, at 8pm, we headed in the car to the Abisko Sky Station. It was an unpreposessing building from where the chairlift left. We checked whether we were suitably dressed and they told us we could borrow an extra coat and shoes if we wanted. We umm-ed and ahh-ed and thankfully we decided to borrow them otherwise we would have frozen to death later on.
We took the chairlift in couples. Took about 20mins ascent – we saw a light along the way and thought that was it but no, we had much further to go. The sky was hard to describe – if you think you have seen the stars and moon think again. The place was totally unpolluted and the sky was cler and the stars were everywhere. Truely magical and beautiful.
At the end of the very cold chairlift ride (my hair froze!) we hopped off and had a look into the sky. Nothing much was happening but there was the odd glimpse of some green, suggesting the Northern Lights were going to happen tonight.
For the next hour or so, in -30 Paul stood outside taking pics. I bobbed in and out, as it was too cold for me to bear. I had a thick jacket which I borrowed, plus ski jacket, 2 fleeces, thermal top and cotton top and I was still cold. My hands were particularly cold.
Susie and I needed the loo and that was an experience in itself. It wasn’t indoors. It was in fact in a shed, up the mountain. It had no light and so it was a case of aim in the hole and hope for the best!
As the evening wore on the light show was starting to get more impressive. They were mainly green in colour and were wispy and wavy, bit like smoke when you blow out an incense stick. I had popped inside for a moment and Paul had reluctantly followed, when Stephen and Susie appeared with Susie beaming the biggest grin. She said "We have some news" and then flashed her engagement ring. Stephen had proposed. (we were with them on NY Eve when they went to the Jewellry Quarter in Birm
After several slow days with the two of us talking in the forums, and one eventful anniversary on the site, I sent him a private message. It was almost two in the morning, and extremely short, consisting basically of "Thanks for being on here, I think you’re delightful." I stayed up for almost an hour more, agonizing, waiting for a reply. Then, he signed off the boards. I was upset, worried that it hadn’t sent, that it had gone through and he ignored it, that I had made a mistake by trying to move this friendship into the "something more" territory.
I finally gave up and got ready for bed.
Just before I shut off my computer, it appeared. A reply. I was horribly nervous and thrilled.
Many more messages back of forth. Twenty or more a day, all very well thought out, each on responding to every little comment, basking as we told one another our life stories, our secrets, invited the other probe our inner workings. We eventually moved our conversations from the forums and forum mailboxes to instant messenger. Somewhere along the way, I moved from Missouri (he was, and is, in Florida) to Oregon. I had been thrilled about the move before I met Wesley, but began to have doubts. I nearly had a breakdown halfway through the move. In Nevada I realized I was relegating myself to a relationship with a man as far away from me as he could be in the continental U.S.
But I went, because it was what was best for my future, because my family was there, because my school was there.
In Oregon, I got my first cell phone. The winter of 2006, I called Wesley for the first time, and for the first time we heard the other person with whom we were so in love with. The first several minutes of conversations consisted of me verifying that we were still connected while he hyperventilated. Once he found his tongue, I was thrilled. His voice was wonderful and deep, lacking the accent I had expected. We talked for hours that first day, until both batteries had died and we were unable to move more than five feet from the plug. Our nights and weekends became veritable utopia. I told him everything, complained about my freshman college classes, described the changing seasons, listed my family problems. He told me about his frustration with his senior year in high school, told me about his cousins, how they were growing as he baby sat them, raged about the distance between us.
We were mad about each other.
In the winter of 2007, after a year and a half of being in a relationship with someone I had never physically met, I grew restless. I flirted with, and eventually dated, a different boy I’d met at work. I still talked to Wesley every night, every minute I wasn’t in class, working, or with the other guy. I grew deeply depressed, I left school, and dumped the other guy.
The spring of 2008, we officially re-began a relationship that felt like it had never ended. That summer, I scrapped, and saved, and managed to buy a plane ticket. He flew out for four and a half days over Thanksgiving.
We met at the Medford airport, very late at night. His was the last plane in, and I had spent the entire day worrying over whether he would be able to land in the dense fog that covered the mountains.
When he got off the plane, I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t believe it was him. All I could do was cling to him, completely ignoring everything else. His hair was long, and my face was buried in it as I fought tears. He was hyperventilating again, and I couldn’t stand on my own.
The days went far too quickly, and abruptly we were back at the airport. I begged him not to leave, and, even though he’s younger than me, he is the grown-up. He reminded me that he had responsibilities he had to face. He had classes and his family that deserved completion and closure, respectively. I sobbed, but he had to go. Still, I had his word that he would be back, and I had a ring. It was small, sterling silver and hand crafted with a tiny amethyst stone, not an engagement ring, but a promise one.
By now, we had a cellphone plan that allowed us to talk anytime, day or night, without costing us a fortune. So, we talked. We planned. We saved. By spring of 2009, he’d saved enough money to buy me a plane ticket.
In September of 2009, I flew to Pensacola. I was there for two of the best weeks of my life. He proposed to me–twice. I said yes. I now had a different ring, white gold, with a lovely little topaz. When it came time for me to leave, I once again, begged him. This time I begged him not to make me go. Once again, he was the adult. He reminded me that I too had a family.
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