Sometimes we all need to know our own limit.
I moved to Victoria London, had all the hassle of moving between cities on my very own. If I want, I could ask my family or friends to help out, but I just would like to know if I can do. So I browsed a studio room at £1,700 per month rent, sent two months deposit without viewing because the schedule was tight and I had a week to settle in London.
Felt like a fantasy, at first. I lived there like a tourist, deliveroo every day, eat out, completely lost track of everything.
After 3 months...my heart felt heavier and loner living in London. I've become one of the Londoners, fast walker, rushed to every single destination, felt like time is running out all the time. In order to fill the gap of what I felt and what I expected, so I kept on going back and forth to Bicester on weekends since I still own my place on contract. I told myself, what if I moved to Bicester and commute to London each day, crazy plan, but I had worst, so I surely can commit to commuting.
Back from Paris, I decided to move my house back to Bicester and at first I didn't tell any single soul at work that I've been commuting apart from my ops director. Then, I had to update my home address, since then everyone who sees me, will convey how bad they feel for me that I had to commute such a long journey to work.. it was only 3 hours daily.
The first 6 months, I was damn productive. I read 3 books on weekly basis while travelling on national train, making notes on books, revising tax books, unpaid remote working while in the train and I proudly mentioned to my colleagues that I'm becoming more productive than ever. I thought it's just getting better.
Then here comes the storm, all those trains cancellation and strikes. Every single week and it's just not getting better at all. I don't know how Londoners able to keep up with these, since I came from a village, it feels like the stress of strikes really is inevitable because I liked to be on time and a minute late to an important place could ruined my whole day.
I do take uber from London to Bicester, for 95 quid just because I can no longer take the train delays anymore, pockets were bleeding with big wounds during this time and my holiday has become a stay-at-home holiday.
April this year, I submitted a formal request for work transfer to Bicester. It wasn't easy, I've built my trust with the team in Victoria, I loved working with them and to be able to work closely with headquarters. I see London as important for my personal and career growth, but life took unexpected turns, and I had to let go of some of the things I enjoy in favor of what was more practical given my circumstances, so I'm back again in the village but definitely not to square one.
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