Sean and I met while studying abroad in Morocco. I remember he occasionally smoked Gauloise cigarettes while leading various social campaigns. I cut off my hair and spent my nights jumping fences to go out dancing. Our first kiss was on a dune in the Sahara desert well after midnight. It doesn't get better than that.

Sean likes to joke that he chased me across continents and oceans. I distinctly remember almost being deported from Japan shortly after we moved-in together. He proposed with a rock from a sea cave in Okinawa. Our "wedding" consisted of paying a translator, putting money in a vending machine, and delivering a receipt to the Chatan city hall. On June 21st, 2016, I wore a sun dress and Sean wore his favorite blue paisley shirt. The clerks thought we were overdressed, but the woman behind the counter knew enough English to say, "CONGRATULATIONS!" We were married.