Man oh man, this is going to be my longest emotional rant yet!
I know this post is coming a day early, but this is a special occasion…
I honestly don’t even know where to begin, but a pretty lady in a musical once taught me that the beginning is a pretty good place to start.
When I was little, I spent loads of time with my gran, who is the most inspirational woman I have ever met. She left England and came to America on this exact day when she was 20 years old, and I cannot explain how thankful I am that history has now repeated itself. She has always said how much she misses England and due to my curious nature, I always wondered what the fuss was about. So, young me spent hours and hours for years and years reading about and looking at photos of England. Somewhere along the line, I became absolutely in love with it.
As I grew up, I discovered something else that I loved almost just as much: theatre. And, it just so happens, that theatre and England go dead well together.
I’ve dreamt of living in England and working in the theatre industry ever since.
Growing up, I was often told that I think too far ahead and needn’t have a plan for everything. I was really hard on myself and thought there was something wrong with me because of it. But it turns out, I only thought so far ahead because I cared so much about it. Looking back, if I wouldn’t have had a plan and stuck to it, regardless of the ridicule it often caused, I probably wouldn’t be sitting here right now in Heathrow Airport writing this.
I was meant to do and go through all of the things I have in my 20 years of life because they led me to this exact moment.
I’ve made some of the most genuine and golden-hearted friends in the world in these past 9 months, and I will never be able to thank them enough for making my heart so happy.
I’ve shared some of the loudest laughs, truest smiles, warmest hugs, saddest farewells, and most special memories with the people here… and it’s meant more to me than I will ever be able to articulate.
I’ve grown and learned so much in my time here, but the most significant thing I’ve discovered is that this is where I am meant to be.
So, as my existential crisis sets in and my tears drip on this table (I’m sorry for being so tragic, Pret employees), I just want to say thank you.
Saying those words doesn’t even begin to express how grateful I am for every second I’ve spent here with every person, but I suppose it will have to do.
I’m a big believer in trusting the universe’s grand design, so even though leaving England for the time being absolutely tears my heart to bits, I know that it’s what I must do for now.
Besides, my hippie heart and the universe have a pretty good connection and are basically mates so I know everything will work out.
To the Land of Tea and Biscuits and all of those within it, I am parting for now; but, I’m sending much much much MUCH love, and I promise to come back home very soon.