For anyone who happens to follow me on social media I may have mentioned once or twice that I was leaving my home town of Scunthorpe and moving out of my family home to Birmingham.
Well, for those of you who don’t follow me on social media (links on the side of blog page) I’ve moved from the North to the Midlands, come full circle if you will as I’m about 5 minutes away from the road where I was born and stayed until I was about a year old.
The decision to move was a fairly easy one, I’d been looking to relocate for a while, but relocation also meant I needed a job first as I’m practical that way. So it had to be the right opportunity for me to take such a mammoth step.
So one such opportunity arose and I decided to go for it, handed in my 2 month notice and summer was dwindling with me planning my move, not so scary at the point when you decide to leave and put things in motion. But very scary the week take off to sort your life out AND actually have to move!
I also had a slightly guilty conscience because as the last child at home I felt a certain responsibility towards my parents, stupid I know but part of that held me back a little for a long time.
The first weekend of August is when I moved.
My parents arrived on the Saturday (after an emotional goodbye to me on the Friday when I came here first to get a bit settled, we’re so filmy!!) We spent the day shopping and popped to Leamington to see my sister who was in the area. My best friend came to visit on the Sunday so I had no anxiety or time to overthink my new move or job on the Monday. Distractions are always welcome during a big life change.
The first week wasn’t too bad. I only cried once over the weekend and felt a twinge of homesickness by Wednesday but overall my landlady is lovely, couldn’t have asked for better. Work is work at the moment, it’s new I have no idea what I’m doing and haven’t quite got a rhythm with everyone or even myself day to day. I’m sure time will help as it would with any job move.
The biggest problem I found when I felt a bit homesick mid-week was that I’m just going to work and coming home, and because I don’t start until 11am I’m struggling to kill the time in the morning.
The reason for my loneliness on this particular day was that I went to Tesco and it took me twice as long to find anything as the layout was different to home. Stupid I know but this is what made me feel like I’d made a mistake! (Come the following Monday of my 2nd week a trip to Morrisons put me right back on track!). It’s a big deal….these are the stores that provide my food!
I felt that I was on the verge of letting my social anxiety take over.
Small things, like not feeling comfortable, even at home with leaving my phone in my room as it’s my only connection to friends and family. Haven’t made any friends to socialise with. These are a couple of trivial things that you don’t expect to gain in 5 days at your new location but it does stress me out to the point if I allowed it could swallow me whole and make me a hermit.
It’s getting easier day by day and I’m sure I’ll have a decent balance of work/life but at the moment it’s just work and waiting to go to work, eating, showering sleeping and repeat. I miss my routine, I miss my life back at home and what I had built up.
BUT I have no regrets in moving. Missing is fine but I guess I’m making a BIG conscious effort not to let it stop me from moving on with life. As that’s what life is about right, evolving and growing as a person even outside of your comfort zone?!
NB…I must point out that the most annoying thing about city life is that there is nowhere to fricking park that doesn’t cost the earth, come on Birmingham City Council give us a couple of hours at least!!
Have a good day xo