Time flies when you're having fun


Writer's Note: I wrote this 30 days after my move to London. It's been some time since then but I've decided to share it anyway. 

Do you ever have those moments where you just wake up happy?

Maybe it's because you saw an old friend the night before. Maybe you made a new one. Maybe the sun is shining. Or maybe you don't even know why you feel this way.

But you do. You feel it.

Today marks 30 days since I said goodbye to my friends and family and moved to London. Last night I got dinner and drinks with Lisa, an Aussie I met during W2EY (Welcome to EY) orientation and had incredible conversations about life, love, the human condition, politics, passions, and beliefs. Deep stuff for a casual Friday dinner, I know.

It was invigorating, and was a reminder of how important it is to make real connections with people. Connections that go beyond pub talk and the basic "how are you?" and "what do you do?". We talked about how privileged with both feel to have been provided this opportunity, and have the ability to accept a move across the world. 

I went to sleep grateful for the conversation and for a new friend, and when I woke up an immense feeling of awe and gratitude washed over me.

Today marks 30 days since I moved to London.

Today, I woke up in a beautiful flat I get to call my own. I woke up to sunshine peaking through the curtains and to birds chirping in my ear.  

I'm sitting curled up on the sofa with a fresh cup of tea, hair a mess in a bun, and eyes still sleepy from a deep night's sleep.  Today there is blue sky and sun, and my windows are wide open to let in the surprisingly warm Spring air.

I'm wearing the bridesmaid robe Anna gave me the night before her wedding day last May. From here I can see the picture that Tracey gave me of her and I on her wedding day in October and right next to it is the frame of me and the girls that Laura gave me for Christmas. 

In my lap is the leather bound journal that Jaime gave me the day I left. And the letters my parents snuck into my suitcase without my knowing are nearby; the ones I'm meant to open when I reach different milestones like when I first landed, getting settled into my temporary housing, finding a flat, reaching the 2 month mark, and going on my first date with a British guy (written by my Mother, of course).

I carry that love with me and am surrounded by it here, even from thousands of miles away. I miss them, of course, but I realise that I don't wish I was anywhere else.

Maybe it's because I'm older. Maybe it's because I'm making a conscious effort everyday to make this city my home. Maybe it's as simple as it being a city that suits me.

Today marks 30 days since I moved to London.

I feel at home here.

And today I feel totally, yes I'm going to say it, #blessed!