Sunset over the Malvern Hills, Worcestershire.

Finding your groove

When you move to a new place it takes time to settle in.  You don’t instantly know where the best place is to do grocery shopping or buy a nice coffee, but after a little while you start to find your way around.  Things that previously seemed challenging or that made you second-glance or stare in awe, suddenly become normal.

A few weeks ago Adam and I went up to Birmingham for an evening out with two other couples.  We visited an Escape Room (so much fun!) and had dinner and drinks at a pop-up venue in the city centre. Adam and I had a moment alone at our table and I can remember saying to him ‘This feels surreal.’ A few years ago being in a big city, in England, on a winter’s night with a group of new friends seemed a unfathomable, but now it’s perfectly achievable.

Home grown apples sitting in a plastic container with a sign asking people passing by to take them.

Hawker Yard in the Birmingham CBD: where ‘English life’ started falling into place.

I feel like that moment was the start of me finding my groove. Two and a half months after landing in the U.K., meeting Adam’s family, finding a house and a job and finally setting up a bank account, I’m ‘adulting’ properly.  I popped to the supermarket the other weekend by myself to pick up a few supplies.  I knew where I was going, exactly which aisles I needed to go down and instead of scanning shelves and seeing rows of unrecognisable brands I was able to quickly pick what I wanted and head home again. It was oddly liberating.

I’ve worked out a nice route for a walk from our house that I can knock over in about an hour and a half for a bit of exercise and I’m starting to make my own friends, separate from people Adam knows. It feels a bit strange to count these little things as ‘goals’ or ‘achievements’. However after a decade of living in the same city, working in the one industry, I confess I felt a little incapable when I first arrived in England. I was so used to knowing what I was doing.  To suddenly be a little clueless was a bit daunting.

Home grown apples sitting in a plastic container with a sign asking people passing by to take them.

A friendly offer found on a morning walk .

Looking from the Malvern Hills towards the Cotswold Hills.

Looking from the Malvern Hills towards the Cotswold Hills.

I’m still learning and I’m by no means an expert on life in Malvern, but I’ve regained my old sense of confidence now. Have you ever made a big move? What are your tips for settling in to your new home?

 

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