Adulthood is very strange. Leading up to this point, I thought my end-goal was exactly what everyone told me it would be: financial success, living in Boston (or New York), and being able to go out every weekend with a few of my many friends.
I’m working 40 hours a week at a decent job, sure. But I don’t feel fulfilled with it, or even like I’m where I want to be for the next 6 months, let alone 2-5 years. Why is that? I should be happy that I’ve got health insurance, a roof over my head, and a web design job in a major U.S. city, yet all I can think is that I need to be somewhere else. The travel bug has bit me hard, but not only that, I’ve also fallen completely in love with another part of the world, that I all I can imagine is what it would be like to live and work there.
If you know me, you know it’s the UK (and/or Ireland) or bust.
Sure, I’ve mentioned traveling all over the world, to New Zealand, Australia, Southeast Asia, and even Antarctica, but I would give it all up to live in the United Kingdom. I love it that much. ALSO, a two hour flight from London could bring me almost anywhere in Europe, making weekend travel a real and attainable adventure. Since I was a kid, I always dreamed of living in London, or even somewhere in Scotland - you can ask my mum, it’s true. I’ll blame books, especially the Chronicles of Narnia (thanks for the bedtime stories, mum, do you know what you’ve done??)
I’ve recently returned from yet another trip to England, and I had a hard time putting myself on that plane. I had an absolutely amazing nine days there, and met so many wonderful new friends, as well as reconnected with an old one. Since getting back home, I’ve jumped right back into my day-to-day routine of sleep-work-eat-work-repeat, and to be honest… it’s been horrible. There’s nothing inherently bad about where I am or where I work, but I’m just so unhappy and every morning I’m dragging myself out of bed and to the office. Then I work all day, stress myself out to an unhealthy level, and drag myself home - at which point, I’m so mentally and emotionally drained that I just want to collapse into my bed and not do any of the things that I love, like reading/writing/photography/etc. Some of that may be down to your run-of-the-mill depression, but I truly believe that a lot of this numbness is due to not being happy in my location, and not loving my surroundings. So I’ve scratched a bunch of my old goals of full-time travel for something that I know I’ll love even more, something that’s been my dream since I was a child watching Mary Poppins for the first time…
I want to move to England.
Or Scotland (or Ireland even), I absolutely love it there too, but I’ve truly fallen in love with cities and towns in England. I had a great visit to York with an old friend of mine from Girl Scout camp (sup Kristen aka Joe Jonas!) and could really picture myself living and working there. I know it’s possible, but I’m not sure exactly how to make it happen. I will say that I’m fortunate, working in the web design and development industry, that there are more jobs available to me than there would’ve been previously, but navigating an international job search as well as visas? Well, it’s definitely not going to be a walk in the park, but I’m totally up for it.
If you’ve got any tips, tricks, or insights on looking for a job and relocating from the US to the UK or Ireland, please let me know! I’m definitely interested in hearing anyone’s experiences and any recommendations you may have on how to make this happen.