According to Samuel Johnson, "...when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life...". Now, I'm certainly not tired of life, but I think I may be tired of London.
London has been a roller coaster, a rush, exciting, frustrating, fun and expensive. It had always been my plan to move to the UK and live in London and I'm so thankful to have had the opportunity. But there is something curious about living in London, as soon as you move there you see that you need to leave, and time counts down until you do.
And I grew tired of the expense, of the gray skies and of the oppressive humidity of the Central line at rush hour. But you make the best of it. The best of living in a world class city: I had a fun job in Westminster, made some really great friends and ate some amazing food and even got to go to the Olympics. London was the right move.
Opening Ceremony, London Olympics 2012
But despite living in one of the most international cities on Earth, I felt myself thinking about the 'What's next?' My boyfriend and I would spend our Saturdays exploring London, walking, going for coffee and playing one of our favourite games - where shall we move to next? Sometimes it was fantastical, sometimes it was conservative, but its been a persistent conversation over the last 3 years. Then, somehow it changed. Neil got offered a post-doc in Kenya and I was offered a job in Nairobi. Notice was given to our landlord, flights were booked. And now its happening.
SFO > LHR > NBO