Today is a special day. It’s a day that will always mark a before and after for me. Because 4 years ago on this day, I woke up one morning in the bedroom of my childhood home and left it with just a suitcase and a cabin trolley. I drove to the airport together with my parents and then I got on a plane, alone. A plane that would take me to England and to a whole new life here.
Even today, I still can’t believe I really did that. That I uprooted myself like that in a way that is so shocking and was so instantaneously; to have everything in my life change with a 2 hour flight. To leave, within the span of just a few hours, the security of my hometown, my family and everything I knew and swap it for a new home, a new city and country, a new school, a new community and friends, a different language and a very different way of life.
That first year would become the best of my life, the most amazing and exciting; the most scary and challenging year of my entire life.
I did it for me, because I had dreamed for years of trying to live in England. I never realised how much I would end up sacrificing when I moved. Or how much I would gain.
In this country I have built up a life of my own, a life completely of my own making. I sometimes forget that but when I do remember it’s the most empowering feeling; it makes me feel like I can do anything I dream of. I have received and completed an international Danish and English education, I live a shared life with my boyfriend where before I was single and I have a job looking after the heritage of an English castle. I no longer have the social, culturally rich life in London where I lived with my friends and classmates and walked to Chinatown or the museums whenever I wanted. Things have calmed down a bit and while I miss living in London and my life there, now four years later, I do think that the more homely, cosy life I live now is more me.
I only meant to stay here a year and have ended up being here for four. I still say what I said from the beginning, that I will take one year at a time and then we’ll see where I’ll be.
For now I’m going to celebrate my 4th anniversary of living here with spending the day in Canterbury with my friend Claudia, who I met in that first year. And tomorrow I will spend me and the boyfriend’s anniversary in London, going to our favourite bookshops and maybe a museum.
And next year? Who knows, I might still be here.
If you didn’t read my blog from the beginning back when I first started writing when I moved to England, you can start right here and read through all 10 months or you can skip straight to the end in June 2014, when I tried to write a conclusion, as that special year was getting to a close.