Five years in the UK.
January marks another year since my big move to the UK. Five years ago I was terrified and excited all at once: the adventure of moving from Cincinnati, Ohio to Brighton, UK and the uncertainty as me and my new husband would be living together for the FIRST TIME. It was probably one of the biggest gambles of my life, but five years on that man is my best friend as well as my husband, we have a beautiful daughter, I’ve made some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for, have awesome in-laws, and I live in a gorgeous part of the country, in an ultra hip city sitting on the sea and just a ten minute drive from the countryside. I’ve grown so much as a person over the last few years, picked up my university degree pursuit again (switching from a double major in psychology + sociology to majoring in biology), and began pursuing my passion for photography.
This time every year I look inward and self-assess, something I did this year whilst quietly snapping away on a country stroll with my little family. As I watched the sun set over the impossibly green hills with my British husband and our little half-n-half daughter, I knew I couldn’t imagine a life anywhere else.