The past few weeks have been about trying to manage the HR department at my new London job. Very shortly I will be given my start date and the go-ahead to start my visa application. This move is really beginning to feel real now. It is an incredible and scary feeling.
Unlike all of the past traveling and vacations that I have taken in England, knowing that I am going to be in London soon doesn’t feel the same way that it did before. For the weeks and months leading up to one of my UK trips, I would spend my days researching all of the cool stuff that I would do once in the country and psyche myself up by re-watching all of my favourite British films. Although I am sort of doing that right now, the “magic” seems somewhat duller than it has been in the past. I am not only researching cool events on TIMEOUT, I am actually researching not so fun stuff like where I will find a good dentist.
I imagine that the reality of how much work I have put into making this happen throughout the past year is why I am just physically exhausted with the whole thought of England. I also feel that a lot of the stuff that usually would go into my London travels is not the center of importance any more.
I will have a JOB there and responsibilities. I can’t just fill my days drinking pints and hanging out at obscure art events. I mean, I will be doing that stuff too, but there are other sorts of stuff that I will need to do to such as find a yoga studio, a reliable butcher and a hair stylist. These are not the sort of things that I did as a tourist.
My friend said an important thing to me with regards to the stress, anxiety (and tantrums) that I have been taking about relocating to the UK. She said that ‘you really have to want it’. I truly agree with her on this. What she means by this is that very rarely is a relocation to a new country ever easy. If you are an adult, and don’t have a convenient method of getting yourself there such as by marriage or an all expenses paid education in a UK university, you are going to have to work your ass off to make the relocation happen. You have to really want it, because the obstacles and the sacrifices will be plentiful.
Just the other day, I had a bit of a mini nervous breakdown because of yet another obstacle that could have potentially jeopardized this move. I mean, I had applied for this UK job nearly a YEAR ago. Between all of the paperwork, waiting, money and stressing, I know that I have come so far to just walk away from it all without some serious emotional pain. As well, knowing what I know now about the process of relocating to another country, I don’t think that I will ever have the energy to try this again if it would fail.
I don’t think that I am physically capable of experiencing this roller-coaster ride ever again. I do believe in the saying that ‘the journey is as important as the destination’, but I also believe that self-torture should not be a feature in a healthy life.
So this upcoming week I will have to pay my fees to the HCPC, get passport photos done, purchase postage envelopes and other stationary for my visa. I will also make a list of the stuff that I will need to buy with regards to packing, and talk to my gran’s next door neighbour about gaining access to his printer so that I can do my visa paperwork.
WHAT MY FIRST DAYS IN LONDON MAY LOOK LIKE
I will be renting a cool room in London so I will need to arrange for some bedding (duvet and pillows) for when I arrive. I plan on enjoying the city as a tourist on my day of arrival, so I don’t want to be bogged down with having to do too much shopping on that day. Oh yes, although my first day will be laid back (a tour around my new part of town, a curry meal and then a pub drink), I imagine that my work start date will not be long after I arrive, so I won’t have too much leisurely time .
My second day may consist of a mixture of fun and necessity. There are some attractions that I must visit within the first days of my arrival, so I will probably do that. As I am jumping from gallery to museum, I can take care of some errands, such as getting a mobile phone and picking up the toiletries that I need from BOOTS.
I imagine that the days following will be sort of a mess. Applying for a National Insurance Number and registering with the NHS. Of course, that is all worth a blog post of it’s own. Stay tuned!