So... I'm leaving. Come September 14th, I'll be leaving my home, my friends, my dearest boyfriend, mama bear and sissy bear. I will no longer be able to return to the comfort of my four-room HDB flat nor enjoy my chicken rice or Hokkien mee. I will be exchanging all of this for the unknown of London.
Don't get me wrong. I love travelling.
But moving is a different story altogether. I am as thrilled as I was when I was first accepted, but like everything else, the glamour eventually fades away. I now find myself face to face with the reality of it all—apartment hunting, monthly expenses, late night/early morning Skype calls, being seven hours behind your loved ones, starting over in the industry, finding my way around and keeping up with school all in the same breath.
I am excited, really, I am. Do I not sound like it? Maybe I am just a little terrified at the same time...
Looking past all these small—are they really?—hurdles, I see my next three years in school as a stepping stone into the industry over there. And while there have been many people who have told me how hard it really is to earn a living and/or even get a job there for a foreigner like myself, it does not meant that I can't try. It is honestly easier to translate my courage into mere words online than to actually get off my ass to do something when the time comes.
But damn, I am gonna give it all I got.