{quotable thursdays-moving day}

{change}

While growing up, we'd pack up our things every three years, and sail around the world for a year. It was a fantastic childhood but it meant that my life was never sedentary, but rather nomadic. When I graduated from high school & went on to an undergraduate degree, I would spend the academic term in Vancouver and then pack up my apartment and move back to Victoria to work for the summer and live with my parents. After undergrad, I moved to London for a year for my MA. Following that I was in Montreal for 1.5 years where I began my PhD, I then moved to Italy for 9 months, then Vancouver for 3 years to write up & finish my dissertation & start my first teaching job (where I lived in two apartments & two houses). I then moved to upstate New York for a year, then to Vermont for just under two years, and then ended up in this flat in London for just over two years. All in all I can count 13 flats in my life!

But now? I'm moving again. The difference is I've bought a property! I have a feeling that I won't be in the house for the rest of my life, but I have a feeling it'll probably be longer than three years. Wow! to live somewhere longer than three years. I can't imagine it!

{unfortunately I don't look so glamorous. But Simla does!}

So today is moving day... & off I go on a new adventure. I always get a bit emotional when I move. You reflect on the life that you've lived in that place.You become aware that your daily activities will now become memories of that place--the corner store you buy your milk, your walk home from the tube, bus, or what-have-you...your local grocery store. The strangers you often see regularly in the 'hood.
Farewell North London, I'm excited about building a new life in Leighton Buzzard!
xx
L

{quotable thursdays}

{change}

I started work this week. Change is certainly present in my life. I'm excited though. As I was riding back into London on the train passing the English pastures green, with the bright yellow rape fields, & the sun shining, I felt a sense of happiness and accomplishment, that I'm finally in the right place. It has taken a long time, but I'm really content with where I am. I know there will be loads of challenges (I have loads of big responsibilities in the new job), there will be times where I feel low, stressed, and unable, but right now I feel ready to meet those challenges full force!

Change certainly is a good thing.

baci from merry ol' England, 

L

{quotable thursdays/change...}

{CHANGE}

{packing...}

change is a funny thing. We spend days, months, years sometimes preparing for something, but then one day we wake up and things have changed. I've been planning to move to London for months. I've been hoping to move for years. Even so, when I get on that plane on Saturday, I'll wake up on Sunday in England to start a completely new life. Yes, I'll get to my cousins' and be in my familiar room, but all the people here in Vermont, my lovely Florida Ave. neighbours, my colleagues, my students will belong to another life. I'm happy and excited, don't get me wrong. But we can't help feel a bit of nostalgia when we say goodbye to a chapter in our lives. but change is important for everybody, & I'm excited to see what the next step holds for me.

{suitcases}

{packing...}

{2 more sleeps}

{cheerio!}

{flying away}

{destination: London. All aboard!}

London: I'm ready!
see you all on the other side of the pond! I'll be sure to post on the flat-finding conundrum & the joys of living in the big city: the shops, food, drinks, etc...
xo
L