Where is home?

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The truth about relocating your life.

“I feel you’re moving to London because you’re running away from something” said someone, who I’ve met two days previously and two weeks before moving to London. I didn’t know whether to feel angry at him considering he doesn’t even know me or thanked him for saying something I’ve been avoiding? The truth is, I was running away.

I was running away from responsibilities, future commitments, expectations of settling down, career progression, fear of growing old and in general, I was running away from being an adult.

When I got on that plane heading for London, two things were running through my mind; one – what a horrible daughter I am for leaving my responsibilities to my parents whilst I gallivant around the world and not being there for them. Two – What the hell am I doing? I had the best job, with the most incredible group of friends, plus I had no accommodation and no job to enter into. I pride myself in being an organised person, my idea of spontaneous is jumping on a bus and seeing where you’ll end up – let alone a plane and see where life takes you! As I sat in my seat during my take off, I started crying and regretting my decision and wanted to get off the flight (also because I hated flying).

Moving your life across to the other side of the world is not easy. It may appear glamorous and adventurous, but honestly, I got a total of 10 hours of sleep at most in the first week I was in London. Constantly stressing out about what I’m doing and questioning my decisions in life.

But here’s the truth, it’s all worth it. I can tell you about how hard it has been searching for a place to live, or constantly calling recruiters back to check up on your job applications, or not meeting enough people who you can call ‘friends’ or constantly getting lost in the Tube stations. But none of that matters, because it’s all part of the process, you can’t appreciate what you have unless you’ve been through the struggles.

I couldn’t have picked a better city than London to settle into, people are so lovely, there’s a train station or bus stop on every street, the food is incredible, and best of all – everyone speaks English! The only down side is the cost of living, but I’m sure I’ll settle into that once I’m working. Plus, I’m pretty sure 50% of London city is occupied by Aussies and Kiwis anyway, so it feels like home.

I’ve been taking advantage of my time off before I start working, I’ve pretty much done all of the tourist attractions, and a quick weekend escape to Paris and Bruges (Belgium) over the Easter break. Because that’s what you can do here….go to Paris for the weekend, sounds crazy and so foreign to me that you can just do that?!

It’s not the safest vibe in Europe at the moment with all the political actions and demonstrators, everyone has an opinion, and everyone wants to take action. Especially when I was in Paris – seeing an area where all the Syrians refugees were camping out was an eye opener to see it was very much real. At every border you enter, there are security guards everywhere, checking everything. One local who I spoke to in Bruges said “So this is what our lives have turned into – I rather be dead than to constantly feel unsafe and watched”. It did make me feel a little vulnerable, when you’re seeing things like this in person, oppose to seeing it on TV, you’re living in it, and you start to question your safety all the time.

But I’m not going to let that get to me, you just have to continue to live your life, do the things you want to do, and just be careful and aware of your surroundings.

I know my relocation is only temporary with a two years expiry date, but I’m so excited to be seeing a different side of the world, and learning about the different cultures, and more importantly, I’m excited about coming home as a different person – whoever she might turn out to be.

Here are a few of my holiday snaps so far:

Welcome to London!

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So many museums

Day Trip in Oxford

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I live 5 mins walk to Richmond Park, where there are wild Deers.

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Oh look another sunset photo…

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Escape to Paris

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Day trip to French region Champagne – so much tastings!

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Short trip to Bruges

4 thoughts on “Where is home?

  1. I really sympathise with this post! I’ve just moved from London to China for 4 months, and although your photos are making me miss Oxford and London, it’s also motivated me to stay positive 😊

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  2. As someone who has done this too many times, I hear ya! It’s tough and challenging but ultimately rewarding. And you’re doing so well! Keep being awesome and positive, you’ve got this 🙂

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