So, if you’re a friend or family, you may already know that I moved to London for a new job!
Well, it would be exciting if I hadn’t moved back home within 3 days of being there.
So this is my explanation post…
After I finished university, I went back to working full time, doing 12-hour shifts. I was constantly applying for jobs relating to my degree, but unfortunately, nothing was coming up successful. I decided that I didn’t really want to stay in a job that I wasn’t interested in.
I started looking for groom/riding positions in the equine industry. I found many positions in racing yards, riding schools and just looking after people’s horses.
Long story short, I got a job interview for a riding school in London and I took the position. They wanted me to move up within a week and it was all a bit quick, but I took the leap.
I bought things for my new home, packed my bags and moved up on Tuesday the 1st of August. I was excited to start my new life because I’ve always wanted to move to London since I started my education in Media.
I started my job and I was training to be an Instructor (so I could teach people to ride). All was good until I had a text from back home from the retirement livery that looks after my pony.
“Hi Hannah, don’t worry it’s not an emergency, but can you give me a call as soon as possible. Thanks”
The livery had never needed to contact me, which naturally put me in panic mode. I rang and had no answer, I kept ringing that day but sadly still no response. The next day was my day off, and in the afternoon the livery rang me.
“Hi Hannah, is this a good time to talk?”
“Yeah I’m free, what’s going on?”
“It’s just about Monday’s legs, she’s in quite a bit of pain, looks like she’s getting problems in her other legs, the vet has been out and we’re making her as comfortable as possible. He will be coming out again to check on her, but looks like she’s getting a bit of arthritis in her legs.”
“Okay, that’s fine, do whatever you need to do to make her comfortable and pain-free”
So previously, when I bought my pony back (who I had when I was 10) the people that had her clearly had no care for her and let her legs get kicked by a much bigger horse, causing problems for her and forcing her into early retirement.
So at this point guilt fell over me for being away, I just wanted to go back home. I was already missing home anyway and was starting to wonder if this job was for me (due to other reasons).
I decided to contact my Manager about the situation, saying I felt like I needed to go home which her response was:
“Well Hannah, you’ve wasted everyone’s time and a lot of training. Go back to the house pack your stuff and move out.”
Which I responded with “Okay that’s fine”
I wasn’t letting a so called ‘professional’ make me feel guilty for wanting to be closer to my horses and my family.
The way she spoke to me was just the icing on the cake and made me want to get home as quick as possible.
If anyone’s time was wasted it was my own considering I moved my whole life 5 hours away, plus I had only worked 1 and a half days, so was hardly loads of training!
Regardless to that, I am now back home in Plymouth, feeling a little bit stupid for making such a big deal of moving when I ended up coming home after 3 days.
However, there are a few things I’ve learnt from my time ‘moving out’ for a new job.
– Do a trial before moving your life away
– You don’t always get it right on the first try
– You don’t know unless you try
My time in London may have ended quickly this time round, but I’ll be back again.
“Don’t let the fear of striking out stop you from playing the game”