So, I’ve been living in Bath for one week.
I honestly don’t know where the time has gone.
Last Wednesday I set off for the next chapter of my life, exchanging seaside Nagasaki and the small Welsh village I was born in for the literary haven of Bath.
As excited as I was, my nervousness was also right next to me, whispering doubts in my ears. ‘What if your new roommates hate you.’ ‘You may hate this course.’ ‘If you don’t get a job you will have to move home like a failure.’ ‘This will never work out.’ Over and over, the doubts churned in my head as I sat in the back of the car, boxed in by carefully chosen artifacts of my life.
I soon found out that half of my worries were for naught. My new housemates are wonderful and our good old brew dates keep me going. The house is beautiful too (minus the ghosts), and I just love standing in our little utility room with the plastic roof, listening to the rainfall in nonsensical calming rhythms. My room has a tall window that bathes my bed in the morning light. I don’t know about you, but I just love waking up to natural light, there is truly nothing better. Natures alarm clock if you will.
The room is tranquil and strangely familiar as if I have been living here for as back as my memory stretches.
Wherever I look sandstone buildings rise from the earth, whispering old secrets and promising stunning architecture. I had fallen in love with Bath when I first visited years ago, but after walking around the town, knowing it was now a part of my life, that love grew. I have even found my new favourite bookstore, one that gives complimentary tea; my two favourite things combined!
In the space of a week, I have managed, through some sort of witchcraft, to get a job working at LUSH (I know, it’s great) and get a position volunteering at the Bath Children’s Literary Festival. Which, For those of you who love literature as much as me, will be held near the end of October and beginning of September.
I feel so focused and that for the first time in a long time, I am right where I should be. Granted, I wish I was a couple of years younger. However, if I were, then I would not have had all the amazing experiences I’ve gained in the last 6 years of my life. I hope this new chapter can include letting go of ‘what if’s’ and enjoying where I am at the moment.
Moving house and beginning again can be terrifying, scratch that, IS terrifying, and anyone who says they’re not even the tiniest bit scared? well, don’t trust them, they may be a soulless robot sent my the government to watch you. But seriously, moving can also be exciting. The chance to reinvent yourself and explore a new world. To explore a new you. To meet new people and walk amongst different histories.
On that note, I will leave you for today my lovelies. Expect various travel posts coming up soon. As well as my thoughts on blogging and tips on how to make friends in your late twenties.
Hope you’re having a great week.