Today marks the one year anniversary of my big move from a sleepy town in Surrey, England to the beautiful, bustling city of Edinburgh. It’s been without question, one of the toughest things I’ve ever done, uprooting myself from the town I grew up in, moving away from where the majority of my friends were living and starting a whole new life in a new country and city.
After 23 years of living in gorgeous, leafy Surrey, I am taking a giant, somewhat terrifying, leap into the unknown and moving up to Scotland. Exciting? Yes. Nerve-wrecking? You bet. I’ve left home once before for uni, but this time it feels completely different. For one, I’m not a complete emotional wreck (although I have definitely shed one or two tears on the train up North already and we are not even pass York yet) and two, I have at least some idea of what I’d like to do with my life and a better sense of who I am as a person.