I’m moving to England.
A pipe dream, really, not something I thought I’d ever be able to say truthfully. I’m moving to Leeds, England. And by the end of September, I’ll be settled in. What a crazy thought?
I’m going to live off of the public transit and eat sausage at least once a day, probably. (Past experience, not a stereotype, I swear.) Everyone around me is going to have an accent that is both melodic and difficult to understand at times. Ok, a lot the time. They speak really quickly and so do I, so, I can’t complain.
I’m going to have to learn the metric system, a new monetary system, and a ton of other things. Not to mention getting used to being in an actual winter climate, ‘cause we all know that winter in southern Texas is a joke. My point is, I’ve got a lot of adjustment coming up in my life.
I’m thoroughly psyched to start this new phase of my life. I’m ready to come back with a really good accent and a load of stories to share. Though, there are definitely some downsides. I’ve got to be very far away from my friends and family. I won’t be able to drive a couple hours and see my people. Plus I can’t just call them up because time zones.
I think I’m probably underestimating the amount of transition, the level of effort, and the overall difference this is going to make in my life. Not to mention how blessed I am to be able to even have this opportunity in life. A lot of sacrifice and effort from a lot of people. Many different pieces fitting together to make this possible for me. I can only hope that I’m able to be that piece for someone else one day.
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