The Pilot

Your 20s are a funny age – some of your friends have children, are married, house owners, excelling in their career. Others are finding themselves half way across the world, sleeping around and partying until the early hours of the morning. What am I doing? Well it is midnight, on a Wednesday night and I am sat in bed with a rum and coke telling you my story. 

 

Some people would say that 3 months ago I was wifed up, that I was happy and excelling in life. But what defines excelling in life as a 24 year old? I owned a house, had a boyfriend (who was going to propose) and a dog – you could say that my life was content, I was settled and secure. What I realised this summer is that success is not defined by your income, your job or assets you own. And you certainly do not have to be in a relationship to be happy. 

 

So I decided to make the scariest decision I had ever made – I needed a fresh start. I started to figure out my game plan and I had three goals – 1) end my relationship, 2) get a new job and 3) move to the London. All my friends and family thought that I was mad, I did too – but I knew that something needed to change. 

 

So here I am – single, with a new job in the city and living with 7 other people in a house share in Clapham. And genuinely – I don’t remember the last time I have felt this happy. I


Ps. before you think I am a heartless person we decided to give our dog to my best friend and she is living her best life. 


XOXO

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