I moved to Houston in June of 2019 to pursue a dance career. I was fresh out of college and unsure of just about everything, but Houston felt right. It was the first place I felt like I belonged to in a long time, even though I knew nearly no one, or anything about the city. I remember telling one of my girlfriends that something drew me to Houston and I didn't know what it was. And then about 4 months later, this sweet, handsome, British boy dropped a glass on my foot in a bar & the rest is history.

Matt was living in Florence, Italy at the time and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he would ever want to come back to Houston, but he did. And in July of 2020 he was here to stay. *cue happy tears*

There's obviously a lot more to our story, but the shell of it is this: I knew Matt was my soulmate the second we started talking about Italy, the way he laughed when I just HAD to ask about The Great British Bake Off, the butterflies I got when he told me work would let him stay in Houston, and the infinite amount of times I've gotten to fall in love with him since. I'm so grateful for that silly little leap of faith I took in 2019. And I'm grateful Matt took one on me too :)