By going to London, I realized that that was where I wanted to be. I fell head over heels in love with the city, with the country of England as a whole, and with Europe in general (or at least the several countries I was lucky enough to visit). My ambition to move to New York, previously uncontested, was suddenly and completely upturned, and London was all I could see in front of me. It still is. By going to London, I got to travel to the most amazing places, see some truly beautiful and awe-inspiring things (from the moors of Wales on horseback to the Louvre and all the art within to Edinburgh Castle to the vibrant autumn in Norway), and eat some truly delicious food. And by going to London, I had some very personal new experiences and discovered a lot more about myself as a result.
A year ago today was the start of the experience that completely altered the course of my life. If I hadn't gone abroad, I would likely now be living in Seattle, hoping to move to New York in the near future to try and find some theatre work while working at Starbucks. Perhaps I'd already be there doing that. But because I went to London, I've landed where I am now, living a dream I didn't even dare to dream.
For the entire past year, and for the future that it has brought me, I am so, so grateful, and mostly, I am so, so happy.