Well then… here we go.

So if anyone knows me they know I hate change. I’m a creature of habit, and anything else simply gives me anxiety. But, after day dreaming for 24 years I’ve decided to make one of those crazy day dreams become a reality. 

Choosing Scotland was easy. Mind you I haven’t really been many other places but let’s just say that didn’t have anything to do with my decision…

The not so easy part is the process of being able to actually move there. The list of things “To Do” started at three simple bullets. No anxiety, no worries. Quickly it stretched to ten bullets and now I’m at an “easy” fifteen things to do before I can go. 

Mind you some of these tasks are quick and simple done in a mere half hour. Others…not so much. 

Now, while I’m excited like crazy and already planning places to see and things to do. I’m even already looking at flats (apartments to you Canadians.. see I’m basically already Scottish) and scouting potential jobs. I know, I’m ahead of the game. That’s just how I do. 

But the more I try to do the worse my anxiety gets. 

You see, I was always a day dreamer. A planner with no intentions of any of it actually being reality. There was always too many things that would get in the way. At least that’s what I told myself. 

Stupidly, yet kind of a blessing in disguise, I drunkenly told my sister my dream of doing this. 

My older sister, Trisha, lived in London for two years and honestly, she’s the one that gave me the idea and the belief that maybe (when sober) I could do this. She, also drunkenly, was on board. 

The next few weeks I started to seriously consider it. Started to do my research and then next thing I knew, I was telling people about my little plan. The more people that thought it was an amazing idea the more serious about it I got. 

Then, I took the big leap. The “no going back now leap.” I told my aunt, who is also like my best friend/second mother. I knew once I told her she’d give it to me straight. After a brief laugh she was on board. The laughter was caused by my insane history of indecision and saying I’m going to make some huge life change and then always chicken out. Now with her holding me accountable there’s no going back….

So! Here I am. Starting a blog. Also something I’ve always wanted to do. Two birds with one stone I guess, right? This is where I will be sharing the steps I go through as I check them off my “To Do” list, and where I’ll be sharing all my hopefully exciting adventures. I guess I’ll be using this sort of as a travel journal/planner? Maybe? Honestly, I’ve no clue. I’m just winging it.

Since I’m not really one for texting, and I loathe talking on the phone I have hopes my friends and family can keep track of me with this. 

There’s my first blog post EVER. Not too bad I hope. Bear with me and maybe one day I’ll actually get the hang of this…