Yesterday was a very special day, for the 16th of September marked the day of my 1st Anniversary of moving to London. Exactly one year ago yesterday I said a very difficult goodbye to my parents at Kastrup Airport [CPH] and walked teary-eyed to the gate that would send me on a flight to England. I remember being more scared than excited that day. I remember procastinating packing my suitcases (for a control freak who loves everything to do with sorting, organising and packing, this is rather impressive!). And I remember most of all, the sadness, not excitement I felt as I said goodbye to my parents, even though I would see them again only 6 weeks later.
Because it is a massive deal to move out of the childhood home you grew up in. It is a big deal to leave your country. And to begin studies at a new university when you have finally settled in at the old one. Not to mention what a big, massive deal it is to start your life completely from scratch. When you leave your country the way I did, you have to learn things all over again. You do not have your own language, customs and manners, friends, family, home and neighbourhood to rely on. You have yourself and in the beginning before you make those first amazing friends, that is the only person you can rely on to help you get through this. It is scary to be independent and have so much responsibility for your own life, – and also very liberating. You see, I found that I do pretty well on my own and that relying on myself to solve problems and make me happy is actually very empowering.
When I came home this summer my brother said to me “I think you are happy in England because you are making your own choices. You dont inherit them or take what you have for granted but you make the exact choices that will make you succeed and make you happy in life.”. I will never be able to fully express what it means to me that my family is so understanding and supportive of the new life I have created here. And I think, and hope that they know it doesn’t mean I don’t love it back home. My mum says I have three homes now, the one in Denmark with my parents, the one at our family cabin in Sweden and the one I now have here in England, and I think she is right.
When I moved to London last year on the 16th, I didn’t know that a year on I would still be here. I didn’t know that I would have an English boyfriend, have moved into a flat with him in the suburbs and be looking forward to starting my postgraduate studies at Birkbeck. It’s kind of unnerving to think about how much my life has changed this past year and how different it is from the one I had at home.The changes already began the day I moved and they happened because of that one decision, one that I took many years ago: To one day go to London to live and study in that great city. *