It’s that classic tale of boy meets girl on the internet, then incidentally in person while she is on holiday. Boy and girl converse via the internet. Girl incidentally goes on holiday to his country again. Boy and girl meet again, and discover a mutual attraction. Girl goes home. Boy starts to write “I think I love you and want to spend the rest of our lives together”. Girl decides he’s right and perhaps he’d better come and visit just to make sure. Boy visits for 3 glorious, wonderful weeks. They decide that yes, spending the rest of their lives together would be just fabulous, and she should move over to his country as soon as possible.
She spends 6 months finishing her Masters degree and preparing to move over, divesting herself of most of her worldly goods. He returns for 7 wonderful weeks over Christmas, and is approved of by the family. Not a planned trip, but the time and distance had become too much for them. The visa application is put in and goods are put in boxes to be shipped.
9 weeks later, after much angst about visas, saying goodbye to a dream job, living with a beloved sister for 3 weeks, a plane was boarded and a new life begun.