Jan 13, 2013 00:28
**WARNING: I ramble around in circles in this post because I'm tired. Hopefully it makes sense.**
So I've been wanting to move to England for two years for a while, and one of my friends decided that she wants to go as well, and we convinced another friend of ours to come with us. It felt like my friends made the decision really easily, but I was struggling with the decision, to the point that I was stressing out about it (between school, work, and this decision, I've chewed my fingernails down to nothing).
My mum and step-dad always try and be the voices of reason for me, and try hard to keep my feet firmly on the ground, as I can be a bit of a dreamer at times. They were the devil's advocate in my head while I was making this decision. I also talked with my trainer at my practicum about the possibility of finding work in England with what I'm doing for my job, and they brought up some really good points as well.
After weighing all the factors, I've made a decision: I'm not moving to England. There's no point in me moving there right now, and I should have gone when I was younger, but I wasn't emotionally mature enough to do so. Right now I just want to settle down into a career here, pay off my student loan by the end of the year, and move out. I feel like I'm ready to do that now, and my friends are still not quite at the wanting to grow up stage. It's weird feeling like I'm the most mature one, because usually I don't.
Still, I want to go back and visit England and the UK for a month in the undefined future, I just don't think I'll ever live there, and that's okay.
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