So, you’re probably wondering where I’ve been the past few months – I’ve been MIA, I apologise. There’s a reason for it though. I don’t even know where this is going to go, but here goes…
As you all know, last year I started my first ‘full time’ journalist job, which was great. I had an amazing time, got to work with some incredible people and most of all, I moved to another city and met some wonderful friends, friends for life. When I moved to Birmingham, I was very apprehensive about living with strangers again – I had an eventful time at uni, let’s put it that way.
However, I couldn’t have asked for better housemates – my friends thought I had gone insane by choosing a house share, but, how else would I have met people if I’d lived alone? I’d probably have spent all my time watching Bridget Jones or Call Me By Your Name.
Living with this crazy bunch definitely added a bit of spice to my life, we were all as crazy as one another when we became closer. We even hired a hot tub in November, because why not?!
I think I genuinely made life long friends when I met these guys, sorry for the sob story… MOVING ON!
So, after a few months of working in Birmingham, I got a call (when I was in New York, talk about a way to dampen my holiday) to say I was being transferred to the Liverpool office, now, anybody who knows me will know how much I dislike being in the North West – so I wasn’t happy about this, at all. As much as I loved the people I worked with and enjoyed spending every minute with them – my heart-ached to be out of the place I spent twenty-one years itching to get out of.
So, after three months of putting on a front and pretending to be happy, I finally gave in and told everybody it wasn’t for me, the people I was working with agreed and I had never felt more relieved. This meant I could finally get back to Birmingham and be around people who made me enjoy life, forget about work and everything going on.
Of course, like every happy story, there’s a sad ending. My tenancy agreement was up, I was out of work… BACK TO THE NORTH WEST I GO, with my tail between my legs. This did have it’s perks though; I got to freelance again, choosing when I worked instead of working sixteen hour days, I spent more time with my nephew and my little cousin and got to see friends I rarely saw since I moved away.
I was absent from writing on here, simply because I wasn’t allowed to do any other media work during my last job. I even contemplated starting a new blog under a different name but it wouldn’t have felt right.
So, I’m back and I have news. As of the week commencing August 19th, I’ll be getting ready to break free from the North West (again) and starting a new life in London. I have FINALLY been given a back to work date from my Doctor (that’s another story) so after five months of not being able to work and literally doing NOTHING but eat, I will finally be back doing a job that I love, in a city that I love. Surrounded by friends – what could be better?
These last five months have really taught me a lot about myself and the person who I am. I’m much happier than I ever have been, I’m the healthiest I’ve ever been and getting ready for this new chapter is terrifying, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t but I’m damn sure that the change will be worth it and the challenges will present a positive outcome.
I have a few close friends that live in London, so getting to see them more often will be fantastic. Overall, I think this is the move that I’ve needed.
So, here’s to a new challenge, new beginnings and happiness. x