When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

At the age of 24, I moved to London. My fiance came home, and on bended knee popped the question . It was oh so romantic. I was finally getting out of my one horse town. London is going to be fab. They speak English right?

That year was the loneliest year of my life. I went from somebody’s daughter, to someone’s common law wife in a heartbeat. I was alone, I knew no one. I couldn’t get a job yet because of a bureaucratic nightmare. I walk the streets, looking into windows at things I had no money to buy.

That moment I grew up. I grew up when I was brave enough to go to the movies by myself. I grew up when I had to find a cheap supermarket a mile away and carried the groceries on my back because I couldn’t afford a cab or even the bus.

Things changed. I found a great job and  I did dive into British culture. I met new friends and found a more reasonable neighborhood. I became a mom myself.. I will never forget those early days. Living hand to mouth, sitting in free art galleries all day. I never knew how strong I was until I wasn’t. I didn’t know how little I knew and how naive I was. Those days made me the woman I am today. I don’t suggest free falling, but the thrill is worth it.

Italy next!

❤️F