Two years ago this week, I dragged a wheelie suitcase and a bunch of aspirations up the Clapham Common tube station stairs, and out into a grey and autumnal London morning.
Did I ever think that two years later I would still be here? Not on your life.
Just when you think you've got life sorted, you find yourself outside Willsden Green tube, after a disastrous job hunting day, getting a call from a recruitment agent. And then everything changes.
The path that I thought would lead to through nine months in London and then onto two years in Japan, has instead taken me a completely different direction.
But for all I gave away when I turned down Japan, I have gained ten times as much in its place.
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