The first few months abroad – the toughest time
I want to share with you how the first couple of months in UK went for me. It’s not a story of wisdom or courage, it’s just how things happened with me. I hope you can find some comfort and understanding in case you or somebody close to you is heading off to the unknown experience of moving abroad.
September 2014 – two large suitcases and packed with enthusiasm and self-confidence, I landed at Luton airport where my adventure started.
I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have a full bank account, I didn’t have a boyfriend or a relative to sustain me, I didn’t have any security or anything that will promise me that things will work out for me.
What made me take this brave and maybe unreasonable step then?
I asked myself many times this question, the answer which pops up is that God made me do it. Then it couldn’t be wrong or that bad.
Luckily, I had the support of my family and that of a Bulgarian friend who accommodated me in the very beginning and introduced me to the English lifestyle. I also had the contacts from my previous job and a few friends who supported me.
Now, when I look back,
I can tell my faith and positivity ( exceeding the circumstances I was in ) helped me go through the obstacles to follow.
There was the closed circle of finding a job, an accommodation and opening a bank account – all of them connected in such a way that if you don’t have one of them, you can’t get the rest – a vicious circle I was in for about two months.
I was hearing “NO” – and I was hearing it a lot.
I was sending 30-40 CVs a day with NO reply from anywhere.
I was viewing ridiculously tiny but expensive rooms just to find out they didn’t trust that I would be able to pay the rent as I’d just arrived, didn’t have a job or any credit/ work history.
All banks declined my applications to open a bank account with them.
Eventually, it all worked out – it always does. But you shouldn’t give up – ever.
I remember one time that I got so emotional and overwhelmed by all the rejection, it was straight after I went to apply for a bank account again and I thought I brought all the necessary paperwork. They turned me down again – quite abruptly in my view back then. I sat on the street and just started crying – not because of that certain instance but just because as a sensitive person, I’ve got too much rejection for such a short time. And let’s face it, nobody likes to be rejected.
However, it was a big lesson – it made me much stronger.
That period gave me the confidence I can handle it and that everything shall pass and better times will come.
How about you? Have you been in a situation where you had to settle in a new town/ country permanently or temporarily and how did you handle the stress and the demands of the new place? As usual, please leave a comment for your experience!