The wheels of the plane touched down in Sydney at 6:00 AM Valentine’s Day. Only one day later than planned. The original plan was for my boyfriend and me to meet in Sydney for a two-day vacation before flying together to Tasmania. Unfortunately his Visa hadn’t been approved yet, so I was alone in Sydney. This was the first Valentine’s Day I had been looking forward to in a long time. I had even bought a cute new dress outfit and a couple bottles of 2008 Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc (a wine we made last vintage in New Zealand together and one he had not yet tasted.). I caught my shuttle to Urban St. Leonard’s Hotel ready for a hot shower and a long nap.
The hotel had internet so I logged on to see if there was any news from home or my boyfriend. Well, after a little investigation, I found some interesting stuff leading me to believe that I was not the only woman in his life. Un-Happy Valentine’s Day to me! Could this possibly be happening? Did I give up an opportunity to move back to Chicago where I could be working at a decent job and living in a place of my own instead of out of a suitcase? No. He would never do this to me I thought. Boy was I wrong...Un-Happy Valentine's Day to me!
I WAS BORN WITH A SUITCASE IN MY HAND: ADVENTURES AROUND THE WORLD Becky Rochester would gladly live out of a suitcase if it meant she could see the world, and that is what she did and continues to do today. She has lived in WI, IL, PA, CA, OR, New Zealand and Australia. Working in different wineries and vineyards and now a brewery, she lives life to the fullest. Sometimes following her heart instead of her head put her in some difficult situations, but she wouldn't change a thing.
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