BRB, SINGAPORE

BODYSUIT, FROM TOPSHOP VIA ZALORA SG, DENIM CULOTTES VIA ZARA, EARRINGS VIA POMELO, TASSEL CROSS BODY FROM RIVER ISLAND VIA ZALORA SG, HEELED BOOTS FROM MANGO VIA ZALORA SG.

BRB, SINGAPORE

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.

Photographed by Ryan

 

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