On the way to New York (and new beginnings)

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As we approached New York, the sun broke through the clouds Very new beginnings-esque. I have to admit I was teary as I watched the water sparkle under us. I was arriving in the place I’ll soon call home. This is step one. I’ve come over to meet my US colleagues and will spend the first week in my new home.

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I’m in a New York cab and I’m trying to sound like I know where I’m going. My landlord and new flatmate gave me directions so hopefully I’ll make it there all OK.

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be feeling. I’m in the in-between place. I had my leaving do where I cried too much, packed bags to come to NY for a week and then I’m back again to the UK as I sort my visa. But it’s exciting to have a bed and a roof and new shops and coffee haunts to try out.

I know this isn’t going to be easy nor is it going to be the same. I’ve moved continents before and though I do see some people from back home still, it’s mostly my family and a few good friends. There are so many amazing people in my life in the UK, I don’t want to lose that connection to them. I love that I can go out in London and run into someone I know.

But maybe now that we’re in a different age, I’ll keep those connections. Facebook, Twitter, Skype, etc, etc, will make those people closer than they would have been even 5 years ago. It’s just about making the time. And having space to be with new friends and old. Hello New York. Pleased to meet you.

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