We met on a flight from Los Angeles—two strangers headed to opposite sides of the world. Daniel’s final destination was New Zealand, and mine was Australia. I sparked a conversation, and we ended up talking for the next 13 hours straight. By some cosmic luck, we also had overlapping layovers in Fiji. That gave us three more hours together—this time with his family and my mom by our sides. After that, we went our separate ways. Eight months later, Daniel reached out. From that moment on, we never stopped talking—texting, FaceTiming, and sharing life from different time zones. We met again in LA three months later, and just four months after that, I flew to New Zealand and stayed with Daniel and his family for a month. Since then, we’ve never really been apart. We’ve built a life that spans countries and cultures—but no matter where we are, home is with each other.