I’ve been a bit quiet lately, and for good reason – since my last post I’ve moved to London. I was granted a five-year ancestry visa and within a month I was on a plane with as much of my life crammed into a suitcase.
When I tell people I’ve moved overseas it takes them by surprise, but the truth is this move has been on the cards for at least a decade. Circumstances have meant that I wasn’t able to do it until now, although I came close a few times.London is my absolute favourite city in the entire world and every time I’ve visited I’ve thought “I have got to move here one day”. Although Sydney is my birthplace and I’ve lived there all my life, I’ve always had a strong connection to Europe – my family are all from Cyprus and the UK and I’ve always wanted to be closer to “the motherland”.
I arrived last week and it’s been an absolute whirlwind – I’ve been staying with family on the outskirts of London, but I’ll be moving into my own flat in central London next week. The first thing I did after I’d got over the jet-lag was go into town and buy as many warm clothes as I could carry; I quickly realised my idea of cold-weather clothes is very different to the reality here.
In a couple of weeks I’m off to Brussels for the day to get my visa stamped because I arrived in the UK before my visa commenced. Until then I’m enjoying being a tourist and will continue updating my blog with some discoveries from my new city.