My Life Now / Goodbye, Ashtead.

View from my old room.

When I first moved down from Sheffield to Ashtead in March 2017, I was in a frustrating time in my life. I was feeling stale in Sheffield, working a job I hated and made me feel stressed and upset every single day. All of my job applications were being rejected left, right and centre. I was living nearly 200 miles away from my boyfriend at the time. And though I had a close-knit group of friends (the only thing keeping me in Sheffield), I still somehow felt disconnected from them. Oh, and I was, like, SUPER depressed.

So I took action. I knew I wouldn’t be able to grow in Sheffield anymore, so I knew I had to move. I had been saying since uni that I wanted to move to Manchester one day, and that seemed like the next logical step. A bigger city, more opportunities, and the added benefit of having friends there, too. But, there was a complication that my boyfriend lived in Surrey. We had already been doing long-distance for a year and a half, and the thought of staying long-distance for an undetermined amount of time didn’t feel right.

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