A few years ago now I moved away from my home country and lived abroad in the West Coast of the United States.
Looking back, it was single-handedly one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made.
The process itself was wraught with difficulties – nothing ran smoothly for me. At the time I took this for granted and figured that maybe it was meant to be like that. But, everything I went through was way bigger than a small hiccup along the road. It was like having to overcome hurdle, after hurdle, and multiple obstacles.
Now I can look back on this time with some sense of clarity. Although there were a lot of good things that happened throughout the disastrous days that were (like cementing the most incredible friendships with my supportive girl friends), it was never meant to be. It was never going to be. I shouldn’t have fought it, and I shouldn’t have gone against what I knew in my gut wasn’t the right place for me to be.
With literally just a few sleeps left on the clock before I board my flight to LA, everything appears to be aligning really well. I have some incredible interviews set up (what to wear, what to wear..), apartment viewings to check out, gorgeous friends to catchup with in the flesh (oh haaaai Tiffany, we better still be going to the Highline!) and a whole city to explore to make my home.
I feel so incredibly lucky.
Not even lucky. More blessed.
So many years, and countless hours have led me here – now it’s time to take the next step forward to Manhattan and see what awaits me.
I have a feeling that it’s single handedly one of the very best decisions I’ve ever made.