So here it is, one year since I arrived in the UK. And boy oh boy what a year it’s been. I’m not going to say it has been easy, because that would make me a liar. There have been a ton of struggles, but I’m definitely glad I’ve stuck out the homesickness. Otherwise I would have missed out on some of the most amazing dishes I’ve ever eaten, some of the most amazing sights I’ve seen, and some very amazing people I’ve had the pleasure to meet.
I know I said I’d maybe only move here for a year, but having reached that milestone I now know I’m not ready to come home just yet. There is still a ton more I want to see, and experience and my journey doesn’t feel complete.
It’s definitely not easy watching friends get married, have babies and hit milestones in their own lives from afar. I miss everyone every day. But I would be selling my own life short if I moved home now to be around for those events.
There are some scary decisions being made, career wise over the next few months, but I know in my heart that I’m doing the right thing. I am extremely lucky to have such amazing support from both my family and friends and I’m not sure I could have done this without them.
At this stage I have no clue what the future will bring and for the first time in my life, it’s okay to not have a plan.
Peace out for now……