I have been living in London for two months now (cliché alert!), but it feels as if it was yesterday I got the news. “I have the job… in London” I tell Lucas while not being sure if I should smile or cry. He answers my enthusiastic panic in the same state of mind. Should we go for it?
The decision wasn’t an easy one to make. I could find myself desperately clinging on to my life in Belgium as if it was the last remaining raft at sea while everything spinned around me like a tsunami. I loved my life in Belgium; why the hell should I leave that behind? The universe helped me out sending messages (or it was probably just me being more open to it): a notebook with ‘Just imagine’ on the cover, a postcard with ‘When everything is unsure, everything is possible’. Our decision was made: goodbye Belgium, hello London!
A thousand amazing things happened since then. My life in London has officially taken off. I said my goodbyes to my lovely family, friends and home two weeks ago, and hubby Lucas moved in a week ago. And you know what? I love my life in London too.