The Big Smoke

Moving to London was a massive choice for me. I'd done my first placement in Newcastle, good friends and my sister were there and I thought London wasn't for me, much to the delight of my family in Cumbria. Then it got later on in the year and I decided just to try it. There are so many opportunities in fashion in London so getting a placement wasn't a problem but finding a flat in under 2 weeks and not being able to view it first was an issue...

My Dad and I rocked up to the block of flats on moving day and I just thought 'What have I done?!' It was horrible, there were rowdy children outside who I'm sure would have shouted obscenities at me if my not-so-little Dad hadn't have been there. The flat itself was nice enough, much to my relief. I felt like a fresher again, although I soon realised my first night here would be nothing like my first booze-filled, trolley-riding, lifelong-friend-making night in Newcastle. (Feeling nostalgic?!) Safe to say my Dad was pooing his pants that I wasn't going to be okay. 

A few weeks later and I'm settled, the placement's good and I can see the gherkin from my window!

I always just remind myself that this was my choice and I have to make the most of it! Cheese cheese cheese.....