I’m moving to London.
That sentence alone does the following
things to me; heart palpitations, massive smile, hollow feeling in the pit of
my stomach (I think that’s called
nerves), giggling and an insane idea that life will generously present me with
all of the answers to all of my big questions…
Where do I fit in?
What should I do?
What do I want from life?
WHAT WILL MAKE ME HAPPY?!
Haha, it seems London has a lot to answer
for. But, in reality, I don’t think a magical wand is going to be waved over me but
I do think it’s time for change.
As I’ve mentioned before I’ve been lucky
enough to work in an industry that has gifted me experience, friends, perks of
the job, travel and the ability to work a 12hour day on the worlds heftiest
hangover, and it’s been an amazing 6 years. I sometimes think ‘how did I end up
doing this??!!’ - it’s crazy to think what I’ve been a part of and there’s so
much to be proud of, which is probably why I’m ready to move on.
I’m still petrified, obvs. These nagging
questions are on my mind's 3am conveyor belt.
What if I can’t get a job?
What if I don’t make new friends?
What if I just….fail?
What if I end up homeless*?!
*Slightly dramatic.
A friend of mine made the big move 3 days
ago and on the day of moving I got a one line text from him which sums up exactly
how I feel…. ‘OMG I AM SO SCARED!xxx’. Yes. That.
If it all goes horribly wrong you can come live with me, that can be your back up plan. Now nothing will go wrong, you certainly won't fail, I have the utmost faith in you and your ability to adapt and thrive
ReplyDeleteOne of my biggest cheerleaders :) Thank you. I love your house so that's a deal if it all does go horribly wrong!!
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