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Date: 02 June 2004 19:20:41
I've been thinking for a while that even if I don't get accepted to do the PhD, I will probably move up north anyway. I've been in London 14 years this month, and I really feel that I'm coming to the end of my time here. My church is great, my job's OK, I have some really good friends here, but to be honest many of my married friends are thinking about moving out of London for their next move before their kids start secondary school, and several of my close single friends are also thinking about moving away, either elsewhere in the UK or even abroad. So I can seriously see myself in 5 years' time stuck in a rut with an OK life but with all my closest friends doing exciting things elsewhere, and so I think for me it really is time to move on in the next year or so whatever happens. I'd miss my friends of course, and my church and my lovely garden, but other than that I just feel like I've done as much as I'm going to here and it's time for a change to haul me out of my rut and kickstart my life again.
Last night I was chatting with one of my single friends, who dropped the very exciting bombshell that she's sold her house and is in the process of buying a place in Bath to set up as a freelance translator. I'm so excited for her (though sad she'll be far away) and understand exactly her reasons for moving on (which to be honest are very similar to mine). She's the second of my close friends to move away from London, and I'm really starting to feel like I'm coming to the end of an era, but also that it's a process which is inevitable. And I guess although I'm a bit morose about it all, I'm also sure that whatever happens, we have a future and a hope.