So here it is! The move – all ages of the Katherine has been waiting for.
I remember exactly where I was sitting the first time I had this thought rummage through my head ‘I want to study journalism and live in London.’ I was about 18 years old, I had just finished high school and I started thinking of all the avenues I would take to live a life worth living.
It was always my dream to be a journalist; writer? television host on the children’s program? radio host? My love for writing has never left me for as long as I can remember… My lifelong dream was just to write. Be an editor to be precise. Express my views, engage with readers, encapsulating hearts with a tad of sporadic humour.
But why London? What had drawn me so deeply to this place that I would decide that this is the place where I wanted to live? To be honest, I don’t actually know where the thought came from. Over time, it also wasn’t the only place I considered living abroad. Dubai inspired by Emirates, Tokyo inspired by Tokyo drift (my idea was to be an English teacher here), Philippines where I would live with family and work so I could brush up on my tagalog, France inspired by my backpacking trip – I was going to do bar work or something! I don’t know… I just LOVE France okay? But out of all these places London was the city I decided I wanted to live in just 10 years ago when I was fresh out of high school.
I’ve made many attempts to move overseas. The first real big attempt for me was getting my passport at the age of 22, so sure I was going to get that job with Emirates – Refer to post Where it all began… I remember applying for hotel jobs in Dubai just so I could live there (clearly I was unsuccessful). I even had enough money to move to London after my 4 month-whirlwindofaride-backpacking trip. I didn’t even have a job to go back to so why not? But something inside me told me ‘it’s just not the time.’ I’m so glad I listened to that voice. If I didn’t, I probably wouldn’t have been put on this path to following my dreams and becoming a flight attendant.
This was truly the path meant for me. I’ll be over on that side of the world for 2 years and I am guaranteed my job when I arrive back into Sydney. So I never have to worry about being ‘jobless‘ again! Never, ever again.
So I’m moving over to the U.K temporarily. My heart wants me to move to France or somewhere close maybe after 6 months of the relocation. So who knows what the future holds?
One step at a time