I’m thinking about starting a category in the blog about past, present and future teary meltdowns.
What do you think?
Today, I had a teary meltdown.
It lasted like two minutes, while I quickly dabbed at my mascara so I didn’t have panda eyes while my manager looked at me in half surprise and half pity. Sorry about that KB.
You see over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been asked what I’m doing in 2012 (hello haven’t you been reading!), when I mention the sentence that seems to shock all:
I’m moving to London in 3 weeks
I’m given lots of ‘helpful’ comments about how difficult it is over there and how the economy is at its worst than the black ages (dramatic much) and why wouldn’t I stay at my job especially when they’ve acknowledged that I work well outside my parameters and want to increase the salary.
I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m nervous about finding employment.
Hell, wouldn’t you be?
Going to a place where you don’t know the culture all that well (they watch Neighbours, they kinda know ours) and you don’t really know anyone or have a home or have family to mooch off (thanks Mum).
Being met with the a list of negatives about moving to London (or anywhere), is sometimes a little too much and for a long moment there, I forgot the purpose of why I’m actually moving.
If I had a publicist, I would ask said publicist to release the following to all the naysayers:
I’m not moving to London because it’s warm, safe and comfortable.
I’m moving for just the opposite – I’m moving to shake things up, for change and to find new opportunities.
Ultimately, I’m moving for the challenge.
And if the challenge is finding a job and it takes six months.
You know what I’ll do?
I’ll enjoy the sleep ins.