Why moving isn’t everything, but it’s a start


So it’s exactly 5 weeks today until I make the big move to Italy (also the day of the Brighton half – my last UK race as a UK citizen).

Even the thought of going has lifted my spirits and got me back on the exercise and healthy eating wagon.

No more late nights drinking wine or smoking for me (well, not on a school night anyway). I’m not naive enough to think that Italy will be the answer to all of my prayers – far from it. I fully expect to go back a few steps before I can go forward, but my overall goal is simple: to improve my quality of life. Or indeed, to get a life.

By quality of life I mean simple things like making new friends and having time to see them at least once or twice a month, going out more, and having the time and energy to enjoy my passions: cooking, dressing well, writing more, and exercising.


My running buddies and I on our 2-hour long run this week.

I have the Northern European disease and it’s killing me from the inside. I work, I eat, I sleep and repeat. I don’t appreciate anything and a lot of the time I don’t really feel anything – I’m floating along in this existence not really knowing what any of it is for, but I do it because society dictates it. What’s the point in being this miserable if I have to buy myself material things that I don’t have time to use or appreciate, to help myself feel happy.  I am the embodiment of the saying ‘All dressed up with nowhere to go’.

I’m hoping Italy will remind me again to smile at the simple things in life and not worry about the trivial things and things that I cannot change (i.e., the fact that some people are arse holes, and clients often have unrealistic expectations).

If at the end of it all I land myself with a good Italian husband, well that’s a bonus right? 😉

Where I’m going in 2015: Eat play love

So it’s been a long old while since I’ve posted – my life has changed a lot, mostly for the better but in other ways it’s been tough. No matter how confident, happy you are at not being stuck in a bad situation (i.e., not being in a pointless pinball relationship that was never going to amount to anything), being alone after 10 years of being attached is tough. Add to that working from home when you are naturally a very sociable person and you end up in all kinds of trouble.


I’ve dated with varying success and it’s been a huge amount of fun for the most part (highlight being man juggling 3 at the same time), but I’ve also let myself be manipulated by a particularly beautiful but slightly controlling Spanish man. My weight has fluctuated from healthy to 1-biscuit a day unhealthiness, and at times I have been hyperactive and had no more than 1-2 hours sleep.

I’m in a good place now – I know I can be on my own, and actually living on my own has brought out the best in me. I’m tidy, organised, I don’t waste time watching television, I’m learning a language (I’ve put in 40 hours of study since the start of December!) and I’ve thrown myself into my career. So what next?

New York

I’ve been very lucky to travel an awful lot this year – perhaps too much. Since May, I’ve been to Brazil, Panama City, Tokyo, and New York (with European trips between) and it got me thinking. I love travelling, speaking to people from different countries, I’m naturally inquisitive, and I love food and different cultures – why not live that life? I have no ties any more, I don’t have to compromise, or worry about anyone but myself and my life is my own!


I was in Tokyo and my colleague was meeting with someone from the Japan office and I thought ‘ooooh, wouldn’t it be wonderful to work at the Japan office or any office outside of the UK?’. It planted a seed in my head and that was it – after that point I had already left the UK in my head. After a particularly busy stretch at work, I booked some flights to New York and off I went 5 days later. I stayed with my ex from a few years back who has happily made a life for himself and again I thought ‘this could be me?’. So I stopped thinking about it and started acting. I got straight on the phone to a recruitment agent friend and applied for a job in Milan.

I chose Milan for various reasons – I really want to learn a romance language, it’s really central and has 2 airports (costing on average only £38 to fly to UK), it’s close to the mountains, and I adore all things Italian (ok, possibly not the ridiculous bureaucracy and the fact that there are indeed 2 different power sockets – what!?). The minute I applied I started listening to Paul Collins learn Italian. I didn’t hear anything from the company until about 10 days later and I had a telephone interview and then they invited me to Milan. Everyone at the company was really friendly and they put me up in a really posh hotel. They pulled out all the stops and I was suitably impressed. I could really see myself there and in Milan – I love fashion, I love eating, dating, socialising, I am a very warm and tactile person and I do wonder if in a past life maybe I was Italian? Sometimes I feel it in my veins. I’m pleased to say they offered me the job and a package that even my dad, who was initailly opposed to the idea, told me to take.

Now I’m packing up 34 years of my life into a van and I head off in little more than 5 weeks. It’s going to be very daunting I have no doubt. I am training for Boston Marathon too so I’m going to have to find running routes very quickly. Even going to the post office is going to be a challenge and I don’t know anyone there, but I know that if I lose the ego and perfectionist in me (learning a language is going to involve many embarrassing mistakes, but that’s OK), get out there and live I’ll be OK.

La vita è bella people, live it!