I am no longer the girl who's moved back from England, I am now the girl who lived in England for a while.
England will always feel like my second home. One because James is from there, and we have his family there, and two because I actually grew up in England.
At least from an immature 18-year old into quite a grown up 21-year old. I got my first proper job there, well my first three proper jobs.
Me age 18, first month in England
I lived by myself for the first time, and then moved in with my boyfriend for the first time. I learnt what it was like to pay rent, tax, to service you car and to call up the electrician when the power was out.
I got promoted for the first time. I had a car accident for the first time. I started my first pension plan.
I fell in love with the man I am planning to spend the rest of my life with.
I am so grateful for everything I learned in that wonderful country.
New Years in our flat in Ascot
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