This year will be a pretty big one for me. In the 12 months from January 2018 to January 2019 everything in my life (well, 99% of things) will be different. I’m about to move out of London after 7 years. In the time I’ve been here I’ve made countless friends, had 5 jobs, lived in 3 flats and despite saying I’ll be single for at least a year when I first moved, met the boy I would married within the first 6 months of being here and married him (not in the same year).
Truthfully, the first two years of being a Londoner, I hated it. London was too busy, too big, too noisy, too expensive and the people are rude. Now, London is still all those things but I love it. So why am I leaving?
Well, in March my Dad died from early onset Alzheimer's which he tragically got probably in his late 50s. I feel incredibly lucky that my tribe of a family were able to look after him in his final week at home in his own bed. But I’ll tell you what, it gives you new different perspective on life.