31 Oct 2018

Off I Go Again...

So exactly 12 months after I'd moved back to Manchester, it looks like I am moving on again. Some how, my life has taken a dramatic, but extremely exciting turn. I genuinely, wholeheartedly believed that I was here to stay in Manchester. I call it home. I love it here. I have my whole life here. A nice house. Three jobs. Amazing friends. I even have the bee tattoo'd on my body. And I’m so bloody grateful for all of that. Now here’s the but... I've always known that I'd be eager to pursue a career within the live music industry and in order for me to do that, I’m relocating to London. I’ve been given an opportunity which is truly amazing and which I simply could not turn down.

I’ve resigned to the fact that I’m not going to be one of those young women who dream of their wedding day and building a family at the age of 24. I’m 100% career orientated and for that my personal and dating life usually suffers but dya know what? I’m totally fine with that. I have my heart broken an average of 2-3 times a year by frog after frog and so it could not have come at a better time that, in true Hollywood fashion, I’m upping and leaving for a new city entirely. 

6 years ago, at 18 years old I moved from Lincolnshire to Manchester for University. At 20 I travelled to the USA alone to work at a summer camp and spent my 21st birthday by a waterfall in Connecticut. At 22 I jumped on a one way flight to Sydney, Australia. At 23 I flew to Budapest alone to see a friend. And now, at 24, I’ve finally secured a salary paid job and established a cosy little life back in Manchester. The common denominator between all of these things? I achieved them all on my own damn two feet. One thing I 100% believe in after experiencing all of those things? EVERYTHING WORKS OUT IN THE END. And I mean that. It really does. The universe has this magical little way of making sure the stars all align at the end of each day and it’s bloody wonderful. Bugger me, 18 months ago if you’d have told me what I’d achieve I would never have believed you. In January I was out of work and could barely afford to eat. Now look at where I am! Disgustingly and fortunately busy with 3 jobs and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I work my ass off because I want to live a comfortable and happy life and it’s so worth all of the hard work.

I'd be a big fat liar if I told you that I wasn't so totally nervous to leave everything I've ever known as an adult behind. I've been trying to focus on what i'm leaving for, rather than what i'm leaving here in Manchester. There's always planes, trains and automobiles anyway, right? 

So to all of those teachers who'd said 'I never thought you'd make it through college', and to those friends who turned their backs on me as soon as I left Lincolnshire... Little Twiggy is about to move to the Big Smoke, and I got there all on my own! You can truly achieve anything if you put your mind to it.

Have you recently relocated to London? Let me know. I wanna know all the tips and tricks to fitting in darn sarth.

Just Write About It.
Raven Twigg

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