Bulgaria; not a place I had ever imagined I would visit. Would I go back? Probably not. Do I regret going? Absolutely not!
The country was relatively unknown to me and even after two days exploring the capital city, Sofia and its nearby rural towns, I still couldn’t quite put my finger on it. So while sitting at an upper class restaurant in the centre of Sofia we decided to read up on the Balkan city we were in. Needless to say we were less than comforted by the first headline we saw;
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It’s a funny feeling when you’re about to head home for the first time in two years. Combine it with being a surprise trip for my 30th (ew!) birthday – I actually felt more nervous than excited when I left my office in East London to head west for Heathrow.
What if no one cares that I’m back? What if everything’s changed? What if I don’t get along with anyone anymore? What if the place I have always kept so dear to my heart, is no longer a place I feel at home in, connected with, or happy to be in?
I honestly needn’t have worried. The second I stepped off the plane and heard that kiwi accent I knew I was home.
If anyone is ever planning a surprise trip to the other side of the world…do it. Don’t get me wrong; it’s hard, it’s stressful and involves a lot of lying – but the look on people’s faces and the sheer joy and excitement generated from popping up in real life not on-screen after two years away when they’re least expecting it, is absolutely priceless. I still get goose bumps and tears in my eyes thinking back to the moment I surprised three very special groups of people. Continue reading
Two years ago today I was on the brink of my biggest challenge yet. I was consumed with butterflies, a complete mix of nerves and excitement, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt such a mix of emotions in one day. One month; I walked with a new spring in my step. Three months; I never wanted to move home. Six months; my new normal hit, reality bites. One year; I was enveloped in pride. 18 months; I could see my life at home, but I couldn’t see me in it.
Two years? The jury’s still out.
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