Kind of crazy I know, moving in the midst of Coronavirus, Brexit and God knows what else… Even so in the midst of the moving chaos, and saying goodbye to beloved friends and places, coming back to live in the UK feels like it is the moment my life was preparing me for.
A lot of things have happened during the last 8 years. I have lived in 2 Scandinavian countries, met a lot of different people, traveled around the world, reinvented myself too many times, learned a couple of new languages, synchronised with new cultures. Above all I got experiences, friends and lessons that I will cherish my whole life.
Not much is left of the girl that left the UK 8 years ago. The past 8 years have pushed me, and shaped me and have been demanding as f@@k (pardon my French). What people, who never left their home country do not realise, is the amount of change people have to put themselves into in order to be able to live abroad. Living in Scandinavia was amazing and it was also tough and exciting and difficult and unique. However I always felt that the Nordic coutnries was not where I would settle.
Taking the decision to move from Norway did not make sense at the beginning. And like every life changing decision I made, it did not make sense until… it did. To decide to move countries is huge. It tooks months of long conversations and inner-searching. This time would not be about exploring, discovering, taking a chance. This time had to make sense long term because this time the plan goes very far ahead in time. Deep down both me and my partner always felt that we would move back here. We talked about it, imagined how it would be this time. We compared and compared and compared and we knew. UK always won the “battle of the countries”. One of the 4 fundamental British values is Respect & Tolerance. Britain is a place so diverse that there is indeed a place for everyone here no matter where they come from and no matter who they are. And this is the part where most of other places around the world fail.
One week has passed since we arrived to Heathrow and it already feels like a dream. I thought that this new beginning would be tough but it has felt more effortless and easygoing than any other one I have made. When the noise of goodbyes faded away and we arrived on Heathrow a feeling of joy and ease filled my body and my heart.
The woman that arrived on Terminal 2, the Queen’s Terminal, is grateful for all the blessing she has and confident for the life ahead.
Hello Great Britain you are looking fly!