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From First Kiss to K-1

I hope you’re ready for a fast paced summary of my experience obtaining a K-1 visa! Before I start to yak about this rollercoaster, I’ll remind you that this is Devin’s and my personal process; I don’t know more than our experiences and the research we’ve done ourselves. 

Try not to get overwhelmed by the number of, well, numbers. There’s a shitload of paperwork involved, all with different numerical names. K-1, I-129, DS-160….


Let me explain: K-1 is a “fiancé visa,” which, as the name suggests, is a visa for couples intending to marry in the near future. The K-1 gives you ONE entry to the States, and you have to get married within 90 days. If you’re the reality TV-type, there’s a program called “90 Day Fiancé”: In a very artificial reality-tv kind of way, it shows different K-1 applicants with their fiancés. It might sound goofy, but it’s actually a great show–my mom approved it even before I met Devin. 

In this blog post I’ll try to tell you about everything that happened after that fateful kiss in London (maybe not everything, I’ll spare you the details…) until I received my K-1 visa in the mail on December 23rd, 2019. It was a whirlwind.


Our process in 9 steps:

1. Make the decision

I know this sounds very romantic; we made the decision while sitting in a parking lot outside Ralph’s 2 years ago. I was visiting Devin for one month Jan/Feb 2019 and we knew that in order to be together for good, something had to happen.
We’d been talking with different foreigners currently living in the States and no other option besides getting married would allow us to be together. Both of us knew, but I remember how we didn’t REALLY talk about it. Until this day in the car, where I asked Devin “What do you think about this crazy idea?” He always knows the right answer: “I knew, from the moment we found out about the options, that I wanted to marry you.” (I know, he’s amazing!).

I’d always imagined a wedding…just far in the future. It would include a romantic proposal, flawless white dress, and a party with all my friends and family (I mean, I’m a girl who loves her romance…). Devin and I didn’t have the money to throw such a big celebration and I wasn’t able to party with Danish loved ones. So we’ll have to save all the festivities for later.

Point is, even though we got married at the unglamorous County Clerk Office, we still recited the knees-weakening words “I do” to each other. I naturally started to think of marriage as a trust bond between two people; the love and loyalty should be just as present the day before the wedding as the day after.

2. Gather proof and research

After tirelessly researching the required documents and proof for the application, we started getting everything together. USCIS (United States Citizenship and Immigration Services) needs a lot of proof to show that the relationship is legit. Proof can be clear pictures together, letters mailed, receipts for engagement rings, etc. We collected and organized it all on Google Drive folders, and by the time Devin visited me in May 2019, we had a solid ground to fill out the I-129F application.

This step continues throughout the whole process to K-1, and even further after getting to The States. It is so important to keep up the streak of pictures and messages, since USCIS looks at the consistency of communication. Of course we travelled to see each other, not only to gather proof, but things like taking pictures where we’re conveniently both facing front without sunglasses or hats is something we kept in mind. I feel pretty sorry for couples applying during COVID-19 though, always wearing their mask…

3. File I-129F, Petition For Alien Fiancé

(“Alien”, yes that’s me. I have had many cute nicknames throughout my 21 years, but I must admit that I didn’t expect alien to pop up on the list.)

Since this was the first official form we had to fill out we might have been a little naive about some things. We shared an awful lot of “Is this right?” moments. 

In May, we turned my dad’s office into our own printing center. Devin and I had everything neatly and professionally organized into binders for shipment. The joy of being so well prepared turned out to be pretty short-lived for Devin, however, when he returned to the States. Europe uses A4 paper size which is around 0.5 inches thinner and 0.5 inch taller than the US letter size. It sounds so trivial, but this little clash of cultures brought Dev a lot of unwanted hours at Staples trying to fit additional paper into the Danish plastic sleeves.


In June we were ready for Devin to send this package and pay the required fee of $535. No one said long-distance love was cheap. Before USCIS will receive it, it’ll stop by a visa office that filters all the applications to flag larger mistakes for correction. The applications that halt here are the often ones that don’t have the right form attached or that are missing signatures.


And guess what: our package was paused!
(WARNING: Creating an application to the US Immigration Service is just never a walk in the park; it will take a lot of work and might cause a lot of frustration).
Imagine putting a puzzle together with all the pieces pictureside facing down. And oh yeah, small detail, then there’s having to expose all personal messages, pictures and letters you’ve ever sent to each other…

So, we needed one more signature saying that we are not using any attorney. We heard back around two weeks after submitting the application for the first time. Devin signed it and went right back to the post office. Not everyone uses an immigration lawyer, and we were a little too stubborn saving money. If you can afford it, it’s a great help smoothing the process. Looking back, yes, we could’ve used one to spare ourselves the stress. Of course, a lawyer can’t work magic. There’s still a lot of work involved for the couple.

Just remember that while the K-1 is a big step closer to your fiancé, it’s not the finish line. There’s a bunch of fees along the way even after moving to U.S. 

4. Book flight to LAX

I decided to book my flight on the 31st of October 2019 even though I couldn’t be 100% sure that I would have my visa by then. Dev and I just saw the prices rising, and the thought of stepping into 2020 together sounded so perfect. If I absolutely needed to, I could reschedule the date. But I was hopeful, crossing my fingers that by the end of October I’d be standing with my K-1 visa in my hands

5. Notice of approval and interview in Sweden

On November 12th, 2019 Devin received a letter: “The National Visa Center (NVC) received your fiancé(e)’s/spouse’s approved I-129F petition from U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS). NVC will now forward the petition to the U.S. Embassy or Consulate in Stockholm, Sweden.” 

Sweden?! Just to clarify: Stockholm is a good 10 hour drive away without traffic (if you have a car)… After hours spent trying to reach different embassies, we found that all K-1 applicants from Norway, Denmark and Sweden (they just lump us all together) are sent to Stockholm due to the low number of applications. But, I mean, seen in a more positive light: I do love to travel! That was my first trip to Sweden; two birds with one stone.

6. File DS-160

While accepting the change of plans and my long trip to Sweden, I started my DS-160 application. The DS-160 is an online non-immigration form. The fact that this form is online is awesome and so much easier than the paper forms. I filed the form (and paid another $160 fee) the 19th of November. We were now ready to contact the embassy for an interview…at least I thought. It took me another day of calling and emailing several people to figure out that I would have to wait a few days for a checklist package. This package is just an email, but during this process it feels like all news is good news. Email will remind you what to bring/not to bring to the interview at the embassy, a scanned copy of your accepted I-129 and a link where to schedule the interview date.

7. Schedule medical examination and X-ray

On November 25th, a Monday, I prepared to travel to Copenhagen for two medical appointments (totalling $520–yes, this is getting expensive; are you keeping track?) 

It ended up a little more chaotic than I expected.

I was staying at a friend’s place the night before, so I would be able to get scheduled for the early hours. First stop would be a special immigration medical clinic, second stop the X-ray clinic, and third (and final) stop would be a five-hour bus trip home.


The immigration doctor tried to take a blood test three times before he gave up, laid down the needle, and sent me to a hospital forty minutes away. I didn’t have a car, but luckily public transportation is easy, affordable and not scary in Denmark (see that, America?!)

I came to the hospital with a nice little piece of paper from the secretary at the immigration office indicating I’m scheduled for a blood test. I ran into yet another obstacle after waiting about an hour in those “pull a number” lines. I was sent to the wrong department, and trying to reach the immigration doctor during his lunch break is about as difficult as teaching Gen X’ers about Instagram. I probably waited another hour before a very friendly nurse decided to help me after I told her I had a bus to catch in 50 minutes. While Friendly Nurse completed the test on her first try, another Boss Ass Nurse (an angel sent from Heaven, really) took my phone and convinced the secretary at the other medical office that she made a mistake and fixed it. These saintly nurses may have been the reason I didn’t have a mental breakdown in front of everyone.

 8. Interview in Stockholm

Not as intimidating as feared, although I must say I was preparing myself for the worst interrogation. 

To limit stress, I rented an Airbnb in Stockholm from December 4th to the 5th, mere walking distance from the American Embassy. I bought plane tickets to ease travel time, although two whole days on a bus with a bunch of strangers does sound very appealing. Keep in mind that my flight to LA was booked for the 31st, meaning I’d have but a few weeks to ensure I was mailed the Visa package in time.

On the 5th, I got through security and was assigned to a waiting area. They called out my number and I approached a row of counters separated by small room dividers (kinda like those we see now everywhere, because of COVID). The young woman on the other side asked me obvious questions about Devin and our relationship. I wanna say she might have asked between five and ten questions, but it was very conversational and relaxed. “Where did you and your fiancé meet?”, “When have you seen each other?” and “Have you met your fiancés parents?” After the interview, I was asked to sit down in the waiting area again. It felt just like anticipating a grade after an oral exam: would I leave with an approved K-1 case? 


Spoiler: I left empty-handed. I wasn’t denied, but they weren’t able to approve it either before seeing more information on Devin’s dad’s tax returns and pay stubs. 

I went back to Denmark the same day at once relieved to know this was the only remaining document, but also exhausted that the Visa wasn’t already on its way. I only had 25 days!

After emailing back and forth with the embassy and my father-in-law, I gathered the last needed documents and got confirmation that my package was now on its way from Sweden. Now it was just a matter of countdown.

 9. Received my K-1:

It was a pink letter with a Swedish return address. It arrived on December 23rd, the day before we celebrate Christmas in Denmark. I can’t remember ever having danced around because of a letter, but I was overjoyed.  And I couldn’t have imagined a better Christmas present. 

I was ready to leave on New Years Eve! Visa printed in my passport and in my carry on the visa package. This package is sealed when you receive it from the embassy and it’s essential that no one opens it, except for Mr. Never-Smiling in border control. Why America has to be that extra, I don’t know; I assume they hid something more exciting than my medical exam in that package.
With suitcases packed (how to fit your life in three suitcases remains a mystery to me) I now had NO excuse to stay safe and sound under comfy bed covers in Denmark. I had to say goodbye to friends and family for now.

In the end, the complex process taught us a lot about each other. While obtaining a visa may not be the ideal entry into marriage, it made Devin and I even closer.
Going through this process asked for us to stay realistic, mature and organized. And then the final reward–a visa! a fiancé!–felt beyond satisfying. We feel like we can handle anything as a couple.


— And that’s without knowing a year long pandemic and a slowed-down Green Card process was awaiting. I’ll catch you up on that later, I promise!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv

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Get Bachelorette-y!

Dressed in my new pink tutu, a plastic crown, and some screaming 80s leg warmers, I walked around the city of Randers alone with zero clue what would happen next. All I knew was that I was SUPER loved by friends and family–people who would arrange an entire treasure hunt and make sure I looked like a clown doing it. I didn’t know whether to cry in gratitude or laugh at the embarrassment. 

Even after these girls have given me one too many drinks, I still love them.

Let’s rewind a bit. After moving back to my parents’ briefly before leaving for the States, my siblings and I planned to have a cute little sister-brother-hygge at my sister Joy’s place in Randers. Alex, my brother, had a parkour/free-running show in the same city that we were going to see friday night. The plan was to watch the show, then come back to Joy’s for dinner and a sleepover. I made sure to change my shift and get off work early that evening. I was so stoked to have some quality time with my family and be there to support Alex.

(Just a little Danish convo with my siblings about my brothers non-existing free running show…)

Way before I looked decent enough to go anywhere (I took a nap as soon as I came home from work), Joy asked me to help her buy some groceries for the night. We didn’t get more than a few feet out of the door before the route changed. Lucky for her, Joy said, she’d won a theater gift card a few days prior. “Can we just stop by and scoop it up?” she asked. Me (thinking: Great, I look like shit and haven’t showered): “Sure, ofc we can pick that up. That’s awesome you won!”

You guessed it: There was no gift card. And I quickly realized Alex didn’t have a free-running show, either. Dinner plans also disappeared. 

Instead, Joy had led me to the first location of my treasure hunt, and I was more than surprised. Something was going on–but I honestly had no idea what that meant.

At the theater, a girl handed me a note saying something like this:

“Put on these pink leg warmers so you look flawless and walk to the downtown pub. When you’re there, ask for another note.” 


Joy suddenly left me with a “you’ll do this on your own!” and I started on the solo trip. It was maybe a quarter mile down to one of the local bars, which, I should say, I’d actually never been to until that day. Exactly as it said in the note, I entered the pub around 2 pm, which was surprisingly filled with people, most of them double the age (and size) of myself.

At the bar, not only the note but a tutu skirt awaited me. Modeling my two new “statement pieces,” I was told to stop by my old workplace (Flying Tiger) and then continue to my current workplace at the time (Restaurant Bones), all with some extra accessories in a matching color.

Picture this (actually I’ll picture it for you…) disco princess heading towards the final destination smiling at and high-fiving kids on the way. I was nervous about this final spot–a church in downtown Randers–and was making up some pretty awkward scenarios in my head. But thankfully I didn’t make it into the entrance before I saw a squad of very familiar faces leap out from a side alley. They saved the best for last: a bride-to-be band! As if the outfit wasn’t enough, now I had mascara marks down my cheeks. Gothic Princess…

No words. Being reminded that my loved ones planned out such a detailed surprise really warmed my heart. Good friends will take you on a dinner, but BEST friends will laugh their asses off while you strut around like a very lost Barbie.

This wasn’t even the end! We returned home with lunch and then suddenly got a visitor. Of course the first thought when the doorbell rang was stripper, but I had doubts after seeing a lady step inside. A Tupperware party? Now you might have a guess as to what kind of…event…they had set up for us, but I was a big question mark until I was handed an order list with all of the…things…this nice lady was selling (SPOILER: definitely not Tupperware…). She left after showing the products, but, as the expression goes, the night isn’t over til the bottle is empty (I just made up that expression). Quizzes, wine, games, champagne, dance, more wine and a continuation of the dance at the good old clubs we hang at. 

All in all a phenomenal way of celebrating my engagement with Devin, but also a reminder that even though I’ll be leaving Denmark, I have friends who’ll always stand by me. No matter what (tutu included).

To everyone who needs a reminder: take a look around! I’m sure you have friends and family who would go out of their way to put a smile on your face, do the unexpected, and dress you up in very ridiculous clothes. Love is so near.

Kys og kram, 

Victoria Liv

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I Do’s in Ohio

Last month I attended my first American wedding (besides my own, ofc). On Friday, September 25th, Devin’s cousin Erin got married in a beautiful barn about an hour from Cleveland. 

Dev and I booked our flights, packed our bags, and headed to the East Coast. Besides being guests at a gorgeous wedding and first-timers in Ohio, this trip would also be the very first time I’d meet Dev’s mom’s side of the family. That’s right: even though Dev and I have been married for more than 9 months, I hadn’t met his mom or her family yet. It’s been a little complicated with Covid and with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins spread out between Florida, North and South Carolina. 

The wedding

The ceremony started at 4 pm. A bunch of chairs were lined up in a flawless garden beside the barn. The right and left halves were separated by an aisle to the altar. This was all so far beyond dreamy; I’m talking about something you’d only see in those cute cry-your-makeup-off love movies. 

But no music? Huh? The DJ mixed up the dates and was probably at home in his jammies. No worries, though, and the problem was easily fixed with a pick-up truck’s open doors and some loud speakers.

A handful of stunning bridesmaids and handsome groomsmen started off the runway show, gliding up to the altar and the ceremony began. Tears of joy, wedding vows (American tradition), and two solid “I do”s enough to make everything even better. The barn was decorated with fairy lights and traditional round, white-decked tables. With a bar on one end and the DJ (who had now arrived!) on the other, the evening was destined to be full of joy!

American vs. Danish traditions 

When it comes to being a wedding guest, Katherine Heigl’s role in 27 Dresses makes me look like a newbie. I realized I’m really green in weddings –especially the American ones. 

The newly married couple gets their own little table on the other side of the dance floor, I guess so they can look at all their guests (?) and so no one is in doubt who we’re celebrating (?). Here’s a hint: the female in the long white $2000 dress is the bride. But, yeah, to be honest the groom at a formal wedding can be tougher to spot. After watching a whole season of Married at First Sight and 90 Day Fiance, I’ve realized that that’s very American. I haven’t seen that tradition at Danish weddings. 

Another tradition that seems to be European, but which is also incorporated into American weddings, is throwing rice as the married couple walks down the aisle. This tradition can be traced back to old Rome, throwing seeds symbolizes growth. Thus the whole rice-mess and
“planting” a new life together. Other little things they would throw? Grain, dates, nuts, or coins to wish the couple happiness and a good future (and obviously a full belly).

Now we’re ready for the party! Most people have attended a wedding where you tip silverware on the glass and make the two main characters kiss. Meanwhile, to a Dane: “Booooring, let’s spice this up!”… In Denmark, hitting forks on a wine glass means the couple must stand on their chairs and kiss. Enough? Nope! If the party stomps on the floor, the couple must kiss under the table. Just to be a little different, Danes do the normal kiss when all guests tap their silverware on their plates. 

We’re not completely done kissing. If the groom or the bride leaves the party room for any reason, all the guests from the opposite sex will go up and kiss the left-alone-partner on the cheek.

If you’re curious about more silly traditions, check out these links: Danish traditions (https://www.toptableplanner.com/blog/danish-wedding-traditions/) American traditions (https://weddings.lovetoknow.com/wiki/Wedding_Traditions)

Can we get married again, please?!

Since Devin and I got married on January 17th, 2020 (the best and almost the only great thing to happen this year), we recognized a few things: repeating the officiant, ending with “I do,” getting used to the titles of “husband” and “wife,” and wearing the rings. BUT we also saved a bunch of the other good stuff for later. I didn’t wear that stunning I’m-gonna-be-broke dress. We didn’t host a huge party. And none of us had family in attendance (but Dev’s brother Hunter was there to witness in a hockey jersey and flip flops!). 

When we decided to get married we agreed on saving the festivities for a later time. Our reasons were mostly financial and also had to do with time frame: we had 3 months to get married from the day I arrived in the States on a K-1 Visa. I can’t see how any couple would organize a (multicultural) dream wedding in 90 days. I mean, we need to combine Jewish, American and Danish traditions, to gather family from three different continents, and to decide just what country, exactly, the wedding will be in. Once we’re more financially stable, and once Covid is only a thing in the history books, we’ll plan to bring families together and live out these dreams…

So, Erin’s perfect wedding definitely made our heads explode with ideas, longing, and excitement!

Adventure as a couple

With all that said about fairytale weddings and meeting Devin’s crazy (but incredibly lovely!) family, I also just wanna touch on how great it feels to travel with my best person.

We’ve grown from only seeing each other on vacations and taking millions of cheesy couple pics to an everyday lifestyle more or less hiding in a studio (COVID-19, that bastard…). Even though we’ve managed the whole newlywed-under-a-pandemic situation to an A++ it was such a relief with the fresh air, foreign ground, and new faces (in masks)!

Btw I’m thinking about starting a corona-sucks-I-wanna-go-to-Denmark club. Would you join? Okay jk. But for real.

Love isn’t put on pause by a pandemic or by the distance between Denmark and California. 

Let’s all remember to share some handsanny, keep our distance, and wish for better times. 

Until then, check out how I deal with missing friends and family HERE or maybe get read my COVID post HERE. And to Erin and Cole, congratulations again and welcome to married life!!

Kys og kram, 

Victoria Liv

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Our love story

Warning: This will both be cheesy and sugar sweet

There I stood, at the airport in the early AM. Even though I heard the stewardess’ heels “click, clack, click, clack” and saw people rush into shops, out of shops and towards gates, I felt alone. Alone in a good way. Just me, getting on the plane. 

Soon I would be riding the bus and the underground in the old school streets of London, and taking dance classes with famous choreographers. I had been in London before, but this was something different. Suddenly, I would see the city with more grown-up eyes. 

And this was the first time I had flown alone. I heard about my friend’s sister travelling around to different countries by herself and meeting people that she wouldn’t have met otherwise. She opened up and shed her shyness. 

I was in a state of mind to pursue my dreams without hesitation; hopefully this little trip to London would be the first journey of many. I wanted to come home knowing that I could be alone without being lonely. I wanted to remind myself that I don’t always need a plan.

It was the middle of the night when I finally reached my hostel, overwhelmed and exhausted. As silently as possible, I climbed into the bunk bed that would be my resting spot for the next four nights. Before I knew it I was sound asleep, with no clue that my future husband was dreaming a few mattresses away. 

Sun was shining, and I already had my free continental breakfast downstairs in the attached Dover Castle Pub. I was in front of the mirror dressing up for my ballet class when we first saw each other. Me in spandex leotard and jogging pants, beside my messy bunk bed, catching his look through the mirror. He started talking to me. His smile and calm personality made me feel both comfortable and curious. I thought, everything is right about him. He is creative, he is not shy, and he is gorgeous. 

Hunter (Devin’s brother), Devin and me. London Eye

The more time I spent with him, the more my knees weakened. He kept impressing me by being himself and such a gentleman. On the second day of knowing each other we went to Big Ben, he showed me vegan restaurants, and we stayed up late at the pub. It’s still as clear as if it was two days ago and not two years. The hallway was quiet, except for our whispering voices. Brushing our teeth together in the common bathroom made it feel like if we’d already said “I do.” With our mouths still minty, he kissed me!

His lips on mine felt like a shared secret in the night.

Rays of sun were starting to find their way through gaps in the curtain. With light feet, I walked down the stairs to the pub. Butterflies made a mess in my belly and I wondered: is this a start of something? why am I nervous? what should I say to him? The breakfast did not calm the flying creatures in my tummy, but looking into Devin’s eyes that day, feeling our secret, did. My last day in London was spent in his company; we revealed our “secret” to the city. In the few hours before my flight, we acted like a couple–holding hands, waving goodbye. 

Rays of sun were starting to find their way through gaps in the curtain. With light feet, I walked down the stairs to the pub. Butterflies made a mess in my belly and I wondered:

is this a start of something? why am I nervous? what should I say to him? The breakfast did not calm the flying creatures in my tummy, but looking into Devin’s eyes that day, feeling our secret, did. My last day in London was spent in his company; we revealed our “secret” to the city. In the few hours before my flight, we acted like a couple–holding hands, waving goodbye. 

On my flight back to Denmark (to my apartment, to my family), I was still buzzing. In less than 4 days, I got to know a person so well, trusting him to the fullest. And all without knowing if I’d ever see him in person again (though of course we exchanged numbers and shared instagram). One thing that still blows my mind today is: what felt in that moment, boarding the bus to the airport, like an ending, was only the start. I had no clue that the boy I was saying goodbye to would be standing on my doorstep in Denmark two weeks later. 

I believe that when Devin booked that spontaneous flight to Denmark, our love story had to continue and I don’t ever want to close the book again.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed our little fairy tale.
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Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv


Here’s a few of our 1000 pictures together.
England, Denmark, Canada, The States.

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How do I survive long distance relationship?

“Wow, I couldn’t do that!” “Isn’t that tough?!”

In the year and two months that Devin and I kept a long distance relationship, I heard these phrases often. And to be honest, before meeting Devin I probably didn’t think I’d be able to do such a thing either. But I’ve discovered it’s not a question about “can I?” but instead “will I?” You will do that if you love a person enough and if you’re willing to do the extra work. 

Second, yes. It’s so freaking tough! And you’ll have to be very open minded and patient. But then imagine seeing each other after 3 months apart… indescribable.


I believe that if you two are really in love, you’ll find a way to be together. Consider the long distance an opportunity to learn about each other, combine two cultures, and grow. And if the relationship doesn’t evolve, at least you’re not wondering “what if?”

Photo by Madison Krump
IG:@madkrumphoto

Here are a few pieces of advice to help you figure out if your long-distance love is worth it and whether you’re ready to say F the distance. 

Trust: First you need to ask yourself, “do I trust this person?” If you do, then great, trust that goddamn person and make sure he/she trusts you in return. You know your loved one better than anyone, so don’t let anyone give you unnecessary doubt.

FaceTime: Can be the best thing in the world! But also really sucky!

What Devin and I did was text basically every day and call maybe three times a week.

Be aware, though, that this at times pulled me into a darker mood. Seeing the face of your love will hurt and you might feel like a FaceTime call isn’t enough, but that’s all you’ve got. Sometimes Dev and I would feel sad after (or in the middle of) a call, and we’d tell each other about it. Accept that you’re missing each other and the feelings that arise.

Send letters and packages: So maybe until now the only postcard you’ve sent was to your grandparents from camp. But don’t worry! It’s really as simple as writing a poem or sending some pictures (I sometimes added pebernødder, which is Devin’s favourite Danish Christmas cookie, flags that we use for birthdays or a USB pen with greetings from my friends and family). Sure it sounds old school and cheesy, but who cares? You know it’s gonna bring a smile to the lips you miss so badly. And (added bonus!) If you’re looking to later apply for a K1-fiancé Visa, letters are great proof to add to your application.

Plan the next visit: I think I’ll rank this as the most important advice of all. Schedule a date for travelling, so you both have something to look forward to. Devin and I tried to see each other every 3-4 months. With the help of a shared Google Doc, we planned what we’d do together and kept a countdown. If you are able to schedule visits more often, great. But remember that you wanna save up money to get the most out of the time spent together. Use those moments to create memories and experiences together while getting to know each other even more.
Dev and I planned a meet up in Montreal, Canada, in September 2019. Before our trip we already knew what days we would be visiting Devin’s Canadian family, which day to spend in the city of Old Montreal, and all the bomb vegan places in the area of our Airbnb.

Selfie at Mount Royal Lookout (Montreal)

In general love (especially love overseas) is a roller coaster. Personally I’m really happy that  I went for the ride, and the best part is to be strapped in next to the person I love.  But that’s not to say there aren’t crazy ups and downs along the way. It’s thrilling, nevertheless.


This might be the best ride of your life, or you’ll look like my mom does when she’s on a slide higher than 10 feet: terrified. But let’s hope for the first one cause that feeling is the best!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv