I got a new job, moved to London and now I rent my own place


Hey team. How are you all? I’ve been a little absent on my blog for a while and that is down to a few key things. Big changes.

  • I moved cities, I’m now living in London – I still don’t know if this makes me a Londoner
  • I moved out of my family home for the first time in my entire life
  • I got a new job and it’s kind of a big deal

More on the job at a later date. As you can see, some of the biggest changes that we go through in life are listed above, short to getting married I have literally picked up my entire life and given it a new postcode.

It’s been a wonderful, stressful, brilliant experience. Unpacking boxes, shopping for ‘work clothes’, having to cook for myself (i’m a terrible cook), paying rent, getting lost on the tube almost every other day, being in a professional role with more responsibility and familiarising myself with my new location has all been overwhelming and exciting.

Before I moved to London, I was here all the time. I was here on weekends for events, the odd month or week internship, book launches, meeting with friends for coffees and now that I’m in London I feel like my entire relationship with the city has changed. I no longer rush to Euston station at the end of an event, or leg it for the last train, London is now my new home and this is daunting and glorious all at the same time.

My weekends are filled with trips around the Southbank, coffees with friends, exploring the area I live in, going to Museums or trips to Harrods where I gawk at the old style luxurious shopping experience and buy nothing because I cannot afford anything there. I have a whole city to explore on my mark, get set… go!

*This month I will be taking part in #Blogtober. Simply put, each day something new will appear on my blog, a poem, a short story, an essay, rants, things I do on the weekend or pictures I’ve taken as I explore London. That is my promise to you!