Chronicles of one girl's journey to London - from conception to eventual migration.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

2-0-1-0!

Happy New Year readers! I hope everyone had a wonderful time. I know I did :) I spent the countdown with some of my favourite people, two of whom are leaving for Australia in 18 days (the literary masters behind Sydney On The Rocks, Naz and Lindsay).

So, this might be the last NYE we spend together for some time, what with my plans to run away to London in May! And those plans have finally taken some shape in my head. I have decided, once and for all, that I will depart Toronto in May. I will land in London and I will work hard to make my life there. My father's birthday present to me this past year is my plane ticket - a one way ride to the first real adventure of my life! And, for that, I will always be grateful.

And . . . I am terrified. There, I said it. I am scared for several reasons. One, I have never done anything completely alone before. Our big move to Canada was all my mother's doing. I was too young to remember the move to Dubai! This is is the first time life will be my own to mess up and though I'm not a "mess it up" girl, I am scared this is the one thing I will manage to screw up! OK, that felt good to say . . . and so I can work to move past it. Because at the end of the day, this may well be the most exciting thing to happen to me!

A dream being realized is always intimidating but I have one big fear in life, and that is the fear of waking up at 30 in a pretty family home with screaming children and wishing I had done something differently. So, before I buy that pretty family home and birth and adopt all those screaming children, I will look past the hugeness of a cross-Atlantic solo flight and I will say: Bring. It. On.

That, lovely people, is my only resolution for 2010.


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