This week has already been a pretty big week for me. I’ve handed in my notice at work, and I’ve given my notice to my landlord. At the beginning of February I’m packing up and moving back home to Worcestershire.
It’s a move I’ve wanted for a while – it’s been great living in London, experiencing much of what it has to offer, but it’s been hard too in so many ways and I knew it wasn’t going to be long term for me. It’s taken me three moves away to realise that Dorothy had it right all along.
I don’t have a job lined up, I’m going to go back to temping in the short term while I look for a more permanent role. I’m quite excited by this prospect, I had some really good times temping before I moved to London and have really appreciated all the skills I picked up along the way so going back to it feels like a good move.
Being home again will give me a lot. I’ll be back near much of my family, I won’t be spending hours and hours each week commuting, and hopefully I will have more time and energy for the creative pursuits that make me so happy.
I have three and half weeks left in my job. Leaving it will be hard, I’ve enjoyed it very much and have been blessed with a wonderful group of colleagues. I’m going to make the most of each and every day I have left there and keep everything crossed that my next colleagues match up to the high expectations I now have!
I’ve got more to say about London, about my experiences and about leaving it all for the countryside. I’ll save that for another day though.
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