Tuesday 30 August 2022
Today it’s been 15 years since I moved to the UK.
It makes me reflect on the times and tales, the person I was and the one I’ve become. I’m happier now than I’ve been for much of these years, but still question my decision to live here every day. And every day, I decide I want to stay.
The most striking difference between the me now and the me then must be my bravery. Perhaps naivety is a more accurate word, but I certainly feel like I was braver then. Knowing what I do now about leaving your family, everything that’s known to you, follow a whim and a dream, I don’t think I’d dare to do it again. I’m barely brave enough to follow my dream to write, even though I can do it from the comfort of my home.
But the me then is still in the me now. Just with a lot more experience and knowledge and certainty (and cynicism). The bravery should still be there, even if it now takes up a comparatively smaller part of the full me. If it was enough to make me move countries and take on the world by myself 15 years ago, it should be enough to carry fulfilling my dreams now.
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