You had already made a life in Madrid.
I had only just arrived.
Somewhere between your two years and my six months,
the city gave us each other.

5,486 km · to be on the other side

Madrid gave me you.
Michigan let me know you more deeply.
Seeing where you're from, walking through your places,
meeting your family, and feeling so welcomed in your world
made everything feel even more real.



Atlantic winds off the Bay of Biscay.
Green hills above grey water.
A house that had my whole life inside it.
You walked into my world —
and my world opened up to you.
You met my world.
And my world loved you.
Two countries, two trips, and a shared understanding
that no city is fully explored until you've found its best dessert.
The next adventure, Laura —
what will it be?
Two norths. One city in between.
A whole ocean crossed — more than once —
because neither of us could do otherwise.
Harbor Springs harbor at golden hour.
The Bay of Biscay in February wind.
Gaztelugatxe. The Upper Peninsula.
Chicago in September. A family that became yours.
You are the person I want to discover the world with.
And this May — no more distances.