The Plans Changed
I never thought I'd be back here, thats for sure!
But, after multiple requests and the realisation that I currently have a lot of free time on my hands, I figured why not.
So quick update as to how I have found myself back in the UK with no plans.
I applied for a job that I honestly never thought I'd get, but I did, and that job required a whole lot of preparation for it, and a move to the UK. However, after a very stressful few months and a change that no matter how prepared for it I thought I'd be, it all hit me real hard.
So for the first time in months I finally listened to myself. I decided that this job, as amazing as it would have been, wasn't the right thing for me at this time. I listened to myself, and the fact that anytime anyone brought up my impending move I felt sick from stress, and I finally decided that the way i was feeling wasn't healthy. It wasn't good for me, and accepting that was the hardest thing I've done. It meant I had to admit that I can't do everything.
It wasn't an easy choice. It's never easy to change your mind about something that so many people know about, that you've spent money on for it to happen, and that so many people have told you you're perfect for.
But thats what I did.
I changed my mind. I turned down the job. And I finally felt like myself again.
In saying this, I'd already booked the flights and quit my job, so the only logical thing for me to do was to pack my bags and fly to the UK, only this time with absolutely no plan.
So here we are. I've been in London just over a week. I've had days where I've been a bundle of stress because of the sudden realisation that I have no plan, limited money and no clue what the hell I'm doing.
But there have also been days where I remember why, for the last 4 years, I've wanted nothing more than to come back here. The wandering aimlessly down stunning streets and getting completely lost, the rush of a huge city that you'll never find in Wellington, the spontaneous trips to the theatre, the ability to feel completely anonymous and yet a part of something so big.
So, I have no idea how long this little blog will last. I don't know how long I'll be in the UK, or how many things of interest I'll do. For all I know I could be on a plane back to NZ in a month (although I really hope this won't be the case.)
But for now, I'll try to keep the few of you up to date with what i'm doing, and where I'm going.
So, for now, enjoy!
But, after multiple requests and the realisation that I currently have a lot of free time on my hands, I figured why not.
So quick update as to how I have found myself back in the UK with no plans.
I applied for a job that I honestly never thought I'd get, but I did, and that job required a whole lot of preparation for it, and a move to the UK. However, after a very stressful few months and a change that no matter how prepared for it I thought I'd be, it all hit me real hard.
So for the first time in months I finally listened to myself. I decided that this job, as amazing as it would have been, wasn't the right thing for me at this time. I listened to myself, and the fact that anytime anyone brought up my impending move I felt sick from stress, and I finally decided that the way i was feeling wasn't healthy. It wasn't good for me, and accepting that was the hardest thing I've done. It meant I had to admit that I can't do everything.
It wasn't an easy choice. It's never easy to change your mind about something that so many people know about, that you've spent money on for it to happen, and that so many people have told you you're perfect for.
But thats what I did.
I changed my mind. I turned down the job. And I finally felt like myself again.
In saying this, I'd already booked the flights and quit my job, so the only logical thing for me to do was to pack my bags and fly to the UK, only this time with absolutely no plan.
So here we are. I've been in London just over a week. I've had days where I've been a bundle of stress because of the sudden realisation that I have no plan, limited money and no clue what the hell I'm doing.
But there have also been days where I remember why, for the last 4 years, I've wanted nothing more than to come back here. The wandering aimlessly down stunning streets and getting completely lost, the rush of a huge city that you'll never find in Wellington, the spontaneous trips to the theatre, the ability to feel completely anonymous and yet a part of something so big.
So, I have no idea how long this little blog will last. I don't know how long I'll be in the UK, or how many things of interest I'll do. For all I know I could be on a plane back to NZ in a month (although I really hope this won't be the case.)
But for now, I'll try to keep the few of you up to date with what i'm doing, and where I'm going.
So, for now, enjoy!
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