I am 24 years old, single; with very little responsibility. And yet, I stress about every little thing. I couldn’t give you an explanation as to why.
“What’s the point of London if you can’t enjoy it?”
Since moving to London, I’ve realised what a full on and fast-paced city it truly is. Let’s not forget to mention how expensive it is – I never have money left at the end of the month. You need to be earning a heck of a lot to have any sort of wild social life. This is completely stereotyping, but I can’t date here either. London gay men are predominately promiscuous drug users, and that’s okay. Do what you want to do – it’s your life. But it’s not traits I would particularly like in a boyfriend. What’s the point of London if you can’t enjoy it? It was something I’ve always wanted to try, and if I hadn’t, I’d have forever resented it.
I’m a person who likes to have a life plan, I’d always planned to move to London and get a job in social media. I’d gain experience and after a few years, then apply for a role at a fashion brand.
Since moving to London, a lot of change has happened in my life; leaving me stressed and often ill. I’ve suffered from anxiety for the first time; as times gone by, I’ve slowly began to control it – but still have a long way to go.
“I’ve had to sit myself down, think about my life choices and try to calm the fuck down!”
I’ve had to have a word with myself. Is all this stress really worth it? I’m at a time in my life where I’m still young with limited responsibility. If there was ever a time to take a year out and do something thrilling, this is it. It’s so difficult battling between being sensible and working on your career or refusing to become an adult by moving to Australia to be a beach bum. Hello Aussie men!
I am forever envious of those people that can just jump on a plane and travel halfway across the world; hardly any money in their pockets, or stress. They’re so carefree that they’ll just ‘figure it out’. I would love to have that trait. I often hold myself back in life from fear. This fear is only going to grow as I get older, so if I were ever going to take a chance and do something crazy, this would be the time. But by taking a year out, I’d have to move in with my parents when I returned home. The thought of having to resave, find a new job and living with my parents doesn’t sound appealing. However, would the year abroad be worth it? I’d be in a place I’d never been, experiencing new culture, people and lifestyle – what’s not to love?
“A single day can change your life, so imagine what a year could do!”
I love to travel, I’ve been fortunate enough to visit many countries in the last two years. My love for travel is making me wonder why I’m in two minds about taking a year out. It’s basically just a yearlong holiday in the sun – with a few waitering/bar shifts here and there. A single day can change your life, so imagine what a year could do! I could meet my future husband (lord knows he isn’t here in London), or find a job I adore; have a heart attack and die after stepping one foot onto Australian land – the possibilities are endless!
My friends and family have all told me to go. This opportunity won’t always be available. I have a lot of thinking to do. I either take a risk in order to have a year worth of new experiences, or stay in London and see where my career takes me. Stay tuned.
If you had the opportunity to live in another country for a year, would you take it?