So, I’ve recently moved to Cambridge. It’s been an intense past few months of packing, freaking out, goodbye drinks, tears, back and forth travel, house viewings, shopping for Swedish flat-pack furniture and even to top it all off - the flu - a charming reminder of my fleeting existence.
I’m going to be brief now, but I promise to elaborate on this topic later. In a nutshell - I’m so glad to start this next journey of my life. This time round I don’t really know what will happen. I’m opening new doors quickly after shutting old ones. Some days I feel like the new ones are like miniature Narnias. Full of adventure and excitement but still super scary and unfamiliar. But who cares, right? That’s the best part about life, sometimes jumping into things that are full of unknown possibilities.