London Life Update – Long Overdue
I bet everyone who’s been following my stories has been waiting for this long-overdue London life update. The moment I said, "I’m living in London," my close friends texted me, “London blog coming up!” And they were absolutely right.
Moving to a big city is no small shift, wow life has its own unique way of preparing you for what’s to come, and I wholeheartedly believe in that. Now that I’m a little more settled, I finally have the time to sit down and type out my thoughts and experiences. This past month alone has given me more growth than the past five years I’ve spent in the UK—and that’s both overwhelming and exciting.
Eid in London
The last time I truly celebrated Eid was back in 2022. Most years, I end up working through it, which I’m honestly okay with, because Eid just doesn’t feel the same without family around anyway.
This year, though, I was planning for my parents and my sister’s family to visit the UK for Eid. At the same time, I had work on my mind, with my skilled worker visa nearing its expiry. I only had two months left, and I knew changes might be coming—but I didn’t expect how soon or how big.
Still, I chose to fully enjoy my time with family. I thought I’d return from the holiday and just go back to my usual work routine. But life had a different plan.
The Unexpected Move to London
I didn’t expect to be relocated, although deep down, I had a feeling something was coming. London wasn't a bad idea, really—the only thing that held me back was knowing it would set back my savings journey. A day before my parents arrived, I got the news: it would be my last day in Bicester. After the holiday, I’d be starting a new chapter in London.
That moment hit me hard. The good and bad memories from Bicester came rushing in. People like Dorota, Greta, and George—they’re each special and a little crazy in their own unique ways. I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye, but somehow, I know I’ll return someday to say hello again.
My parents arrived on 20th March and stayed in Kensington. It felt perfect—since they were already in London, I could move right away. During those first few days at work in London, I was still able to go home to my family at night. That feeling of being able to come home to them—was something I’ll never forget. I was deeply, utterly grateful.
So now, I’ve moved to Central London. Exactly what I had imagined for myself. Sure, the rent is a bit funny for a studio (London prices, right?), but honestly, I feel like I have nothing to lose. I still get to enjoy every bit of the city, and that’s what really matters for someone like me. I don't have to deal with train delays and cancellations.
There are so many good news came along as I move here also the bad ones...so this post will definitely to be continued...
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