Before you bite my head off for abandoning you despite promises of showcasing all the wonderful things my life had in store for you, let me just say that there are no words, rhyme or reason to explain why I’ve slacked off. Aside from the fact that I’ve been quite busy getting my shit sorted and enjoying life at the other end of the world.
To be honest, I don’t really think I’ve sorted my shit out very much. There’s still a lot of shit to be thought of but I’m getting there. So enough of me digressing and let’s get to the good stuff: how in the heck am I doing?!
Coming to London
I’m going to be very honest with you.
It wasn’t scary at all. I guess it helps when your good friend is a GC and goes all the way to bloody Heathrow to pick you up so your stubborn ass doesn’t give up on working out the public transport system and spending a fortune and a half on an Uber… or worst, a black cab. I’ve heard about how manic rush hour can be when catching the tube but nothing prepared me for what I witnessed. With my massive suitcase (it’s nearly as tall as me, no kidding), my backpack and a tote filled with unnecessary items, we caught about three different tubes and then the DLR and then finally made it back to Canary Wharf where I was crashing for a few days.
Despite how manic everything was, I was really, really excited to be here in this city that I had dreamed of coming to. So, despite my friend telling me I should have a nap, I got ready, went to Oxford Street and shopped til I dropped at Primark. At 5pm, I crashed SO hard I had to haul my ass back to her place and practically crashed out within seconds of lying on her bed. I then woke up at about 6.30pm when she’d been trying to contact me to let her in since I had her key… and then by 7pm I was out of it again.
I remember waking up at 3am, feeling absolutely shattered and wanting to go back to sleep. But alas, I had an interview to prepare for so I stayed up and did some life admin stuff, caught up with family and friends and did some interview prep.
The interview I had was with a university in a communications role and I’m telling you, I’ve never done an interview jetlagged before and I don’t recommend it. I remember trying to explain something but it just wasn’t coming to me so we sat in silence for like 5 seconds… that feels like a lifetime when people are waiting for you to say something. Needless to say, I got the job! Fittingly, I was told on Friday I got the job so I got completely shitfaced in Borough Markets with my friends and on Saturday, I experienced my first London hangover. It was awful but so, so worth it.
To top off my weekend, I managed to secure a room in a flat on the Saturday and then moved in on Sunday and I started my new job the following Monday so life moved very, very quickly for me.
I guess you could say it was somewhat smooth sailing and I was very fortunate to be able to get a job within a day of arriving. I kind of needed to anyways because I only came here with £1500 in my bank account (highly recommend you come here with more!). But miraculously, it all worked out and I was settled and very, very happy.
Here are some of my very own London #tourist images…
Right here, right now…
My UK journey has been one that I well and truly do not regret. I’ve learnt so much in the last six month about myself, I’ve travelled a bit, I’ve met so many people, drank lots, slept less, tried heaps of things and made memories to last me a lifetime.
England (London in particular) is a whimsical, magical place. I was quite surprised by how easy it was for me to settle and call this place home. Despite the hustle and bustle (and occasional stress!) of being surrounded by 9 million people, I honestly wouldn’t trade the experience for anything else in the world.
My contract at my previous role ended so I’ve actually moved to the South West of England for a job and for a different experience. I’m currently based in beautiful Exmouth, which reminds me a lot of New Plymouth because the beach and estuary is close by and the views are absolutely stunning. I’m working in Exeter and I absolutely adore the city! I think I might move to the city in a couple of months just because I have so much love for it.
A view of the Exmouth Estuary, where I was sitting on the grass with a bottle of wine, great company and The Foo Fighters.
While I miss London like crazy, I figured I should spread my wings and experience the rest of England especially since I’ve got 18 months left on my visa. If I could stay longer, I’d totally still be in London.
So yeah, that’s my mini update!
I’m not going to overwhelm you with lots of information because six months is a long time and I’ve got HEAPS to share so I’ve broken up the content over a few different posts. They range from tips/tricks/advice/what I’ve learnt, life stories/experiences and just general blogging of my travels.
If there is anything at all that you’d like me to write about, please comment below! I’m always on the look out for new content ideas.
I’ve really missed you. I promise I won’t leave you for too long again. Til next time!