Moving to the big smoke

I must be mad.

Having left my job as a PA for a medical director in Birmingham I decided to follow my journalistic routes and move to the Capital in order to search out a more creative and interesting path than shorthand in medical meetings and PowerPoint presentations.

Previous jobs at newspapers and radio stations proved far more enjoyable than the somewhat dull - albeit better paid NHS work I have undertaken for the last year.

With the recession in full flow some might describe my decision as risky (or insane) but I have bitten the bullet and will see what London has to throw at me.

Options for living in London included the rather daunting prospect of finding somewhere affordable I could rent alone - which would undoubtedly be so far out of the city centre I may as well stay in Birmingham.

The other more feasible - but equally daunting option was moving in with my brother, who is living in a house in Camden my parents bought when he moved down to begin uni. They are renting out the other rooms to his friends and as much as I love my brother the prospect of living with a bunch of 18 year old students does not appeal so much to my taste these days.

However, beggars can't be choosers and neither can journalists so it's off to Camden to begin student living all over again - or at least keep my door locked and create a little respite from the madness. A respite where I can update this blog on what's happening in my life, and search out my creative dream job in the media....

Wish me luck!