Arriving in London on April Fools Day was not the most auspicious of starts. I arrived a little lost, after all I didn’t exactly make an active choice to move to London. I was running away from a career I didn’t fit into and the cracks that had started to appear in the life-plan I had thought was concrete.
London was not the magic tonic I hoped it was going to be. Fairly quickly I found a job and a place to live, but I was not in any way settled or enjoying life. I was continuing with the patterns and mindset that I had in New Zealand – and what the hell was the point in that?
Then my silly little blog was born. I started it on a sunny afternoon in 2012*, when I was sat in my bedroom because I couldn’t be bothered to go and and explore. The blog made me leave the house and get out there. And then I started being brave, making friends, thinking big and I started to call myself a blogger.
So here I sit today. I have an irrationally happy outlook, I am about to start working for a company I love and I am soon to be a writer for My Chic City.
Moving to London may have been the first big step, but all the little steps that I have taken since then make me the happy girl I am today.
*Yes London does occasionally have sunshine