To live and let go of the things that didn’t go to plan – the friends that were lost along the way – and everything in between, was something that had never come naturally to me. I was a planner who didn’t plan to stray. A wanderer scared of wandering further than my comfort zone would allow. And then I did the one thing I thought I never could. I leaped into the unknown, applied to study MSc Publishing in a new city, and moved without the knowledge that it was the right thing to do. After a year of job rejections, and nothing but my writer’s block to occupy my time, I knew something had to give. I just wish I’d realised sooner that it was me that had to do it.
In a few days, I’ll have officially lived in Edinburgh for an entire month, and what a month it’s been. From almost crying, quite literally, over spilt milk, to making friends in the laundry room because the washing machines broke, it’s felt like a lifetime has been spent in a place that I still barely know. It hasn’t been perfect. I guess nothing real ever is. But it’s been exactly the kind of fresh start I needed. So, here’s to eleven more months of the unknown – to mistakes and learning curves – and every great person I’m yet to meet.
Until next time,