When a President is elected to the White House, there is much speculation about their first 100 days in office. What sort of an impact will the new President have in the first 100 days, how will they adjust to the new role, and how do they seem to be coping with this life altering new task. I am not the president of the USA, but I do see a similarity with myself and my first 100 days in England. I recently passed the 100 day mark here in London and I felt that this was a good opportunity to reflect on my move.
Before writing this I took a quick look back at my initial blog post “London Bound” to try and remember what it felt like leaving home, potentially forever, and embarking on a whole new journey. My initial thought when I reread that post was “that was only 100 days ago?”. While my time in Britain is flying by, it seems like forever since I was hesitant to board that Air Canada flight to London. I feel as though I have grown up and matured an incredible amount already and seem to get much more settled every day.
I was asked by my cousin Ben the other day if I thought things had gone as well as I had envisioned when I came over here. It was a tough question to answer because as I headed over to the UK the thoughts in my head were much more of failure and making sure I didn’t blow this chance. I don’t think I ever took the time to envision what the perfect scenario would be. It was also a tough question to answer because coming over here I really had no idea what to expect. Having almost no experience in the classroom and walking into the infamous East London could have been a calamity, and some would argue it was for the first few days, but it has become one of the most rewarding experiences of my life and I hope that I can continue this work, in a more fixed term position for at least another year or two before I move on to other goals.
My living situation is another tough one to analyze. A hundred days ago I was a bit ignorant about the flat hunt and the whole process of finding a flat. The process was a nightmarish one, spending night after night talking to potential flatmates and being turned down time and time again, but in the end things have worked out better than anyone could have envisioned! I ended up living in a modest flat, but in a beautiful part of London. Very central and very convenient for taking the train, tube, and bus. My flatmates and I are getting along very well, one of them, Guy, happens to be a friend from back home, while the other Will, is an American, also new to London. All three of us are quite laid back so the dynamic of the flat is better than I could have ever imagined.
When I first arrived in Britain I quickly realized that all the traveling I had planned would have to be put on hold, as I felt that I did need some time to truly set myself up and to establish myself in London. With the help of my parents, my extended family, and some very helpful friends, I feel as though I have done that. I have a place to live, a job (albeit day to day) and a small network of friends. I have made it through the first hurdle but there are many more to climb. I need to maintain the steady work, establish a bigger group of friends, and really continue to explore London and the rest of Europe.