You’ve bought your ticket, sorted your visa, quit your job, said farewell your friends and family and attempted to fit your entire life in 30kgs of luggage. Next thing you know, you find yourself on a plane sitting next to strangers, wondering if it’s too late to bolt out the door back onto safe and familiar ground. Oh dear. Though I’m still struggling to wrap my head around it, it was my one-year London anniversary a couple of weeks ago. One year – how did that happen!?!…
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When writing of my London experience, it would be totally remiss of me not to mention what has potentially been the most difficult part about moving abroad: sickness. Anyone who knows me will see the irony in the title of this post at this point. Why? Because since moving to London, I’ve had the immense pleasure of being sick at least once a month. Nothing life threatening – colds, coughs, sinus infections, conjunctivitis, etc. etc. My immunity has never been the strongest but the frequency…
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