It’s been quiet around this blog lately. Truth be told, I have been really busy over past few months: between starting a new job, working full-time, travelling semi-frequently, and doing a bit of freelance work, I’ve hardly had any time to write. But there’s another reason I let this blog momentarily fall by the wayside: I’m currently grappling with the fact that my temporary work visa expires at the end of April.
It wasn’t until recently that it really started to sink in, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. The thought of having to leave in Edinburgh in three and a half months fills me with a strong sense of dread and panic.
I started a new job at the end of September – a job that, for the first time in my life, I really enjoy. I’m surrounded by amazing people. I have the ability to jet off to a new European destination every month. Without much intention, I managed to build a life here – a life that I love, and one that I’m not ready to give up just yet.
There is a silver lining: I’ve been lucky enough to discover two potential options that would allow me to stay in the UK for longer – one of which is currently in the works – but time isn’t on my side at the moment.
After living in Edinburgh for six months, I wrote this post, and said ‘I can’t help but feel as though I’ll once again end up leaving Edinburgh with a heavy heart and a longing to return.’ More than a year after writing that, I have those exact sentiments – only on a stronger level.
I’m not sure what will transpire over the next three and a half months, or where I’ll end up in April. All I know is this: I’m not ready to say goodbye to Edinburgh.
Have you ever been forced to leave a place you love?