I've always felt like I was meant to go explore. That a big chunk of who I am is made up of traveler-genes, aspiring towards a globe-trotting lifestyle. The one problem for me is that the other half, a very prominent half I might add, is one scared of changes. Most of all failing.
It's easy to talk about goals in the context of "one day". When that day is finally just around the corner it's an entirely different matter. I've always been writing. I've always loved the world of fashion, a world which for me extends beyond the realm of personal style. And finally, I've always loved London.
When I finished my bachelors degree in news journalism from Stockholm university it was with one goal in mind - University of the Arts London, MA in fashion journalism. I spent months doing 17 hour days working on my thesis, which would decide wether my dream would become reality. I was so motivated, and scared, by the thought of living what I've been fantasizing about.
I ended up with an A. I got in.
After all of those months, crying to my family or London-based long-distance (now roomie) boyfriend, I'm finally in London. I moved over on September 3rd. My mum dropped me off at the airport. It was one of those heartbreaking experiences. There were tears. But I'd rather have a tearfelt goodbye than feel relief. It's a sign of how much I love my family, and how much they love me.
Now I've spent almost a week in London. The time has been soaked up by sickness, paperwork and emails about our (hopefully) apartment, and today is the day I finally enroll.
I'll keep you posted.