24 September 2016
My last day in the UK, I woke up and took an Uber to Victoria station. Unfortunately, the Gatwick Express was down because of some track problem. I ended up taking a taxi to Gatwick Airport with three other people, a nice couple from France and a young man from Morocco.Ā
Getting to and through the airport was pretty uneventful - I was through security pretty quickly and then had a lot of time to sit around waiting for my gate. The flight home I was in a window seat next to a dude who just sat down and fell asleep the whole time. I flew into Toronto as it was cheaper than Detroit or Chicago. Breezed through customs, and then both of my parents were there to pick me up. Obviously we stopped for some Tim Hortons, and then I got home to the above, lovely, slightly creepy sight. (WECOME HOM) :)
Over the next few days, I unpacked and just got mentally used to not being in a European city and on the move anymore. Moving back in with my parents in an albeit nice house in the woods is a pretty hard 180 from living in a vibrant global city on my own. It was occasionally odd, like the whole year didnāt feel real and I was just back home, like before.
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People have asked me since if I regret going. I was unable to find a job for 8 months after coming back, and it is not even in the field my masterās is in. After 400+ job applications I took a job at a company where I had a connection, like most jobs seem to come nowadays. I also obviously went into grad school debt, like anyone else who goes without a trust fund.
I want to say to them: no, I donāt regret going. Not for a second. London is my favorite place in the world and I created the opportunity to live there as long as they would let me. After my MS diagnosis I made a decision to really think about the things I wanted to do in my life, and living in London was one of them. I came back with a multitude of experiences, friends, and a masterās degree which I got in half the time of all the American programs I looked into.Ā
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Upon my return to the US I went through all of the boxes my parents put in their crawlspace when they moved from my childhood home. They moved when I was in college, so they ended up boxing up anything I had left there and storing it. The boxes consisted of ephemera from middle and high school. In one of them, I found a list of dreams written circa 1999:
I am so proud to say that I have accomplished the second thing on that list.
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Thank you to all of you who had a part in this adventure - my family for supporting this bonkers idea, dealing with my visa stress, and coming to visit; my friends for their encouragement; and to my new friends for their welcoming energies and enthusiasm over the same museums and weird ephemera and odd history as I am.Ā
I look forward to going back someday. Maybe for a short visit, maybe longer...who knows.
In the meantime, thank you.














