Our bags are packed, the house is bare and our direct debits are cancelled. We’ve said our goodbyes, shed more than a few tears and given our last hugs. People keep asking me how I’m feeling and to be honest it just doesn’t feel real. I’ve gone through the motions of planning a relocation without really believing it’s happening. But whether I believe it or not, tomorrow I’m boarding a flight to San Francisco and won’t be home until Christmas.
I thought I’d share my journey of relocating to a new city on the blog. The main theme will still be health and fitness, but it’s hard to go through such a big move without mentioning it on here. I expect some of you will have had similar experiences, or perhaps you’re planning an adventure of your own. Hopefully it will be reassuring to know there’s others out there in the same position. Of course, it’s very exciting, but it’s also terrifying too. I’m leaving behind everyone and everything I know in the hope that it will be worth it. And I really hope it is. It’s easy on blogs and social media to portray your life as perfect, and of course I’ll be sharing the fun things we get up to, but I think it’s also good to keep it real.
So here goes.
There’s so much I’m looking forward to; I can’t wait to explore our new city, eat in new places, meet new people, run on the trails, camp under the stars and just embrace everything that California has to offer, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have fears about what lies ahead…
- I’m fearful of losing my identity as doctor. It’s going to be hard for me to work out there as a doctor without doing a series of expensive and difficult exams. Given it’s not a longterm move, it’s probably not worth the stress or expense, so I need to come up with a new career plan (which is in motion- more on that to come soon!) I’ll still be coming home to do locums in the UK, but it still feels hard to give up the job I love, even if it is just temporarily. I’ve only ever worked as a doctor, and it’s such a huge part of who I am that I’m not sure I know who I am without it. I hope I can find as much fulfilment in my work, whatever that may be.
- I’m fearful of being lonely. My husband is going to be working long hours which means a lot of time on my own. I’m lucky to have a close knit group of friends and family around me who I rely on implicitly, but that’s about to change. Of course they’ll still be there for me, but I’ll need to make some new friends to hang out with IRL- I can’t spend all my time on Skype! It feels slightly pathetic to think of ways I could make friends, but that’s what I’ve got to do. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes… I feel embarrassed just thinking about it. Fingers crossed for friendly Americans. Maybe my accent will get me some friend points?!
- I’m fearful of being homesick. (Despite the Brexit result) I’m going to miss the UK. I’m going to miss the British sense of humour with it’s sarcasm and self- deprecation. I’d going to miss the little British quirks like our obsession with the weather and our inability to make eye- contact on the tube. I’m going to miss the British accent and the bad service in restaurants. I’m going to miss laughing along to Radio 1 on my commutes. I’m going to miss London and the beautiful British countryside. And most of all, I’m going to miss Bex, my family and friends so much that it hurts. All I can say is, thank goodness for modern technology for making it SO much easier.
- FOMO: Fingers crossed I’ll have great experiences in America, but I’ll also be missing out on amazing times here in the UK; hen- dos and weddings, family holidays, and nights out with my girls are all things I’m going to miss so much. If thinking about it gets me down I remind myself I’m only a flight away, and popping home is always an option 🙂
I’ve decided the best way to tackle the above is with hands-on action. I thrive on routine and know that keeping busy and embracing my new life 100% will make it so much easier. It won’t come as a surprise to those that know me well that I’ve made quite a few plans for my time already…I just can’t help myself 😉
In reality I think my fears are totally normal. I’m not sure anyone could move away from home without a few doubts in their mind and I think it’s best to just acknowledge them and develop some coping strategies.
Have you ever moved to a new city or country? What were your fears and how did you manage them?