Some of you know my BF and I were going to move to London this year. Originally I was set to sail in May but his work delayed us and consequently we’ve both missed out on a bunch of opportunities. I still have a flight booked leaving in two weeks and a suitcase packed full of candy for Vic at Sell Sell (dw I’ll post it to you instead). But I’ve made the really difficult decision to stay in Auckland for awhile yet.
For a couple of weeks I really couldn’t make up my mind. I could stick with a job I genuinely enjoy (most days) in a city that I hate OR start all over again in LONDON. And then I bumped into my old boss and he asked if I was “living the deam”. Even though it’s been a shit couple of weeks in this miserable city I realised that I totally am. I’m incredibly lucky to be working in the second best job I could ever imagine in the second best agency. (So until W&K start hiring wedding cake designers it can’t get much better right?)
A couple of my friends are annoyed that I gave in so easily, but I see it differently. I’m giving this place another chance. I’m going to make an effort to get involved with the local technology “scene”. I’m going to convince my BF to move back here. I’m going to be bloody excited when our art gallery reopens in two months. I might even start a hyperlocal blog about Ponsonby… but probably not.
Show me a picture of a squirrel and I might regret my decision. But remember London that you will always be my favourite city (until I visit San Fran and NYC next year) and I will see you soon.