… in just 4 weeks and I can’t wait!
I’ll be honest, it’s all happened very fast. While it’s been a possibility, a mentioned-briefly-in-passing conversation topic for almost a year now, I never quite thought I’d be sat here, writing this post, announcing that well I’m actually bloody doing it. Because while the seed was planted last year, I didn’t even seriously consider it or look at any properties until last week. Yep, LAST WEEK. As in, I walked in to the third property of seven that I had planned to view over the course of 24 hours and just went yep, this is The One. It felt right, I could imagine myself there as soon as I set foot in the door and basically, I wanted to move in there and then. So fast forward an hour, after walking around the apartment over a hundred times, then proceeding to sit outside and just stare at the beautiful building when the viewing was over, I made the relevant phone calls to cancel my later viewings and I paid the fee to secure the place on the spot. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that the money most definitely left my bank account on the very same afternoon, I might not even believe that it’s well and truly happening.
But it is. I’m moving to Manchester (excuse me while I repeat myself just so that it actually sinks in) after living in the South of England for twenty-one years – well, bar the 6 months I spent at university in York, my first introduction to the wonderful world of the North. I remember my first few weeks at university, being shocked that cashiers would chat to me, strangers would smile back and – hold the phone – people held doors open for me. It blew my mind. Everyone was just so friendly. So welcoming.
And the accents made me smile. Both of my parents are originally from the Midlands so while I’ve never noticed it myself, friends over the years have always commented on their accents and tried to figure out where they’re from. I think Northern accents are lovely. I vividly remember accent studies at A Level English Language and discussing the stigma surrounding different pronunciations and dialect. I couldn’t believe that people thought of some of these accents as anything other than endearing. The Brummie accent is like a big warm hug, the Mancunian accent/dialect makes me smile and let’s be honest, the Geordie accent is just downright sexy. Basically – I’m all for them. And I cannot wait to be surrounded by them day in, day out.
But I chose Manchester for a whole host of reasons. Firstly, I’ve always wanted to live in a city; for the atmosphere, for the convenience and because there’s always so much going on, no matter the time of day or night. And while London has always been my closest city and one I’ve considered living in for a good few years, it’s really bloody expensive. Like eye-wateringly expensive. And if I’m being completely honest, the novelty of being in London has kind of worn off after trips throughout my childhood and now, spending a couple of days a week there for meetings, shoots and events. Though I’ll always love it, it just doesn’t excite me in the same way anymore. I’m ready for change.
Manchester is feasibly the only other city I could work from in my industry. Of course you can work from anywhere but it’s helpful to be in a major city, where a lot of the brands and agencies are based and where big events are held. To be in the fashion capital stands you in good stead for connections but I’m fortunate enough to know some lovely ladies in Manchester who are killing it with their content and are top of their game – and they rarely ever need to commute into London. Manchester is a damn good base for blogging and other than the expected initial slow start as I adjust to life in a new city, I'm pretty confident that work won't dry up too much (at least I really, really hope not!).
It’s also worth mentioning that in terms of my own personal network, some of my closest friends and family are based in the North. People I went to university with, people I’ve met through work and online. So while I’m essentially setting up on my own in a city that I’ve only visited a handful of times, I do feel as though I have enough of a support group to stop me feeling too scared about biting the bullet and just moving. In fact, as I said earlier, it couldn’t feel more right.
So let me tell you a tiny bit about my apartment. Rest assured there will be plenty (!) of interior posts and updates (I’ve actually already secured a home interiors project that I can’t wait to get started on) but the basics: it’s small but with good-size rooms, floor-to-ceiling windows with plenty of natural light, a balcony overlooking the canal and secure underground parking for my little motor (because you know, street parking just won’t cut it). It’s perfect. Perfect for me and perfect for what I need right now. And I can’t wait to show you!
Logistically, my head’s a little all over the place. I have no idea quite how I’m going to move (read: acquire a van within the next few weeks to drive the 250 miles up there), how much furniture I actually need to take/buy, how long I’ll be forced to live there without internet before it’s all set up, etc etc etc. ADULT STUFF. But all of that is kind of overridden by the fact that I’m moving full stop. Into my own little place. A few hundred miles away. To a city I love and adore. To begin a new chapter.
So if you couldn’t already tell, I’m a little bit excited. And that’s why I’ve waffled so much. And also why this post will be live so late into the evening. Because quite frankly, I don’t know how I’ve kept this to myself for a whole week and I certainly have no intention of keeping it from you for any longer. So there we have it. My little life update.
And if you live in or near Manchester and fancy a coffee/glass of wine or someone to smile at as you walk the streets, feel free to slide right on into my DMs. New friends are always welcome.
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