On the 18th of May, 2017, it was my one year anniversary in London. I didn’t write a blog post about it. I didn’t tweet about it or put it on any other of my social media. Had you said this to me a year ago, I wouldn’t have believed you.
My time in London wasn’t what I had dreamed it would be, and I have only recently realised that that is okay. When I published my rather exciting blog post revealing that I was about to move to London – a proper, taking-the-plunge move, leaving my life in Germany behind and starting afresh in the city that I had always wanted to move (back) to – I thought I had it all. I had landed the job of my dreams in the city of my dreams and I was over the moon. I felt like I had succeeded in life already, at the age of 25.
But fast forward to June 2017 and everything has very much changed. Sometimes, the dreams we carry are not compliant with reality. The future we envision does not actually turn out the way we had it planned and if you’re like me, that just makes you feel lost. And, well, like a failure. How could this possibly be? How could the job and the city I had wanted so badly be not what I had hoped they would be? I suppressed reality, I suppressed my unhappiness until it made me ill – both physically and mentally. It took a long time for me to realise that something needed to change.
And then change didn’t come easily nor fast enough and I went on this emotional rollercoaster, continuously spiralling downwards but just before I hit rock bottom, it all, somehow, turned around.
So after that rather dramatic introduction, I am happy to say that as of today, I will be living in Brighton.
There’s not much else I can say except that I’m bloody excited and once the time is right, I’ll explain it all a bit more in a video.
’til then x