I've never had any desire to travel. The three point plan I've had for as long as I remember; to go to university, get my degree and begin my career in fashion, had no place for it. And that was fine for me. My desire to carry my life's work between my already narrow shoulders is minimal, and the impact it would have on my already bad posture isn't worth considering. 

But somewhere between the sexual oppression of lesbians in the 90s, the subject of my dissertation, and shooting pugs adored in Tiffany, my favourite shoot from my final university project, I found myself feeling that familiar eagerness for change. An itchy foot that can be cured only by one thing, big change. I've only had this feeling once before, in the lead up to moving to London almost three summers ago. Everything in Cheshire seemed to be reaching a natural end. My seven years of secondary education were now over and the toxic, juvenile friendships that had been built on geography and competition were thankfully dissolved. London was a new challenge, a big change, and the perfect place to begin my journey as a young adult. 

I won't go on about the last three years, quite frankly we'd be here for months. But London taught me everything I expected it to and more. I fell in love with the city, a handful of its men and all of its freedom. But as my degree draws to a close, the lease on the dreamiest apartment a 19 year old fashion student could have imagined ends and the best friends I've met along the way all begin to journey to various corners of the globe, I've got the itchy feet of change once again. A lot of it comes from University. There's this weird presumption that you're going to do your three years and finish and walk into a job that you'll love. Sadly the reality is not so rosy. While I know both London and fashion are my long term loves, now seems like the perfect time for a little affair. So when the offer arose of an events assistant role in Dubai, I couldn't resist temptation. 

Why Dubai you might think. Granted, unless you're an oil entrepreneur, an air hostess or a shots girl, there seems like there's little opportunity for young graduates. But their media and financial districts are quickly becoming some of the most lucrative in the world and the publishing industry is developing at an unrivalled rate. Plus the promise of sun, a new way of life and a job that lets me channel my hyper-organisation will keep me happy. 

So here I am, weeks away from leaving and I've decided to start this blog from now. Mainly, it's so my mum knows I'm still alive. But it's also so I can document everything I find out, good and bad, along the way.