The first time I went to London was in October 2012. I had been in Rome for work and my mother met me afterwards for a mini Euro-Trip. London was was the last stop on our tour.
The city stole my heart from day one.
Everything about London made my knees weak and my heart flutter with excitement – I still can’t explain it. The city, the people, the culture just consumed me.
I clearly remember turning to my mom and saying “I could live here”. She agreed that she could too. At the time, it seemed impossible – I was in a long-term relationship, had a full-time job and as much as I loved to travel, never imagined calling any place other than Toronto “home”.
Things change quite quickly in life though and 8 months later I was boarding a flight with a UK work visa in my hand – scared shitless and taking a big leap of faith. More to come of that next Thursday.