40 days ago myself and my beautiful girlfriend set off on a ferry from Dublin to start our new life in London, and they’ve been the best ever! Not without it’s trials, worries, stresses and challenges — to be expected when moving to a new place — however everything is amazing right now and so far London is fantastic.
I secured a job in IT after less than a week, so there wasn’t much time to stay in pyjamas all day in exchange for early mornings, late evenings and long commutes. A busy working-week has ensured that weekends are spent tasting the varied cuisine available, getting to know the local area and generally floating around the city.
I always wanted to live in London — though I never thought it would happen. I love cities. However, when Vicky first suggested she was thinking of looking for teaching jobs in London I was nervous and excited. Mostly excited. But also nervous — mostly because we hadn’t discussed moving in together yet.
Later came adding property alerts for a reasonably priced flat around Greater West London where a job had been acquired — finding “reasonable” properties proved difficult. In the end we got a great little ‘starter’ place at a lower price than everything else in the area.
And so over the last 40 days I’ve lived in the borough of Ealing, West London — the very borough my Granny grew up in. In the biggest single change of my life, I now live in one of the biggest and best cities, with my best friend, in a job I enjoy and currently life is wonderful; a dream I never really thought would be a reality, to live in a place where anything is possible.
How to move all the stuff?
With difficulty. Seriously it was difficult. The photo above is all of my worldly possessions — I jokingly include Vicky in that category. This isn’t including a handful of stuff I left with a friend in Carlow to be picked up at a later date. Here we’re waiting for the bus from Carlow, which would be followed by a bus from Dublin which took us to London Victoria Station, via the ferry. Thankfully it was all very smooth, and the 24″ TV in the blue suitcase survived! This was followed by an Uber to the house.
Now I’m just another person you know who moved to London. I had already fled Northern Ireland. Then gave up on the island altogether. I’ll be back at varying intervals, most likely keeping to the same schedule of the last 2 years; Christmas and summer (for my birthday).
Life is genuinely exciting right now and there’s so much to do!