London became my home exactly 2 years ago. A dream came true, a project cultivated for a long time that finally was turning into reality. A new beginning with new first timers, adaptation, discoveries.
During this period I went back to be a student, was an intern for the first time in my life, decided to go after the work I believe in (not without some stumbles), worked as a sales assistant to hold out while my career doesn’t take off. Made contacts, went to a bunch of networking events. Got clients. Saw an unthinkable Brexit happen and suddenly catch me wondering: “what if they kick us out”? Well, there are another 27 countries in the EU… But I don’t want to leave. Ever.
When I sat down to write this post, millions of emotions from these 731 days came back, and I realized how they, either good or bad, only make me more assured of the decision to move here, only make me see that I’m walking my way and not following everyone else in the road, and that everything is possible when we truly engage.
Yes, missing family and friends will always be an issue – technology helps a lot, and cultural differences will never go away – despite never feeling Brazilian I know I’ll never be English. But, when I look over the window and realize I live here (every now and then, for about 2 seconds I almost doubt it!), the feeling of fulfilment, accomplishment, a kind of victory overcomes anything.
Thank you for those challenging and amazing 2 years, London.