Well, technically it was Wales, but Engaged in Wales didn't have the same ring. Pun intended.
I met Paul online and we chatted/Skyped for 18 months before I finally flew to London in order to spend two weeks touring England and Wales with him.
Near the end of our time together, we spent one night in a restored castle on the Welsh coast, and while we were having tea and reading in the castle's library, we started talking about the future. Before I knew it, he was on his knee, opening a ring box.
Being that I'm a romance novelist, he could not have picked a better setting. I started crying immediately and, obviously, said yes:)
So, this means I will be giving up a crazy life in LA in order to move to the sheep-dotted countryside with the man I love. I think there's a blog in that, but for right now, I'm just trying to start planning a wedding, while packing up my life and applying for a UK visa. Immigration first; wedding second.
Although immigration isn't nearly as much fun.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
-The Essential Rumi
