Dreams change… and that is a positive.

Our dreams evolve along with us. They change and grow as we develop as human beings, accumulate life experience, and go through life’s different stages.

Looking back in time, I remember my first dream… I dreamt of becoming an English teacher. I started by teaching English to preschool aged children while in college. I just loved prepping little games and songs for them and going into the “classroom” for our “English classes”. Depending on the year, I would have 5 – 10 minutes with the littlest ones, and up to 20-25 minutes with the year preparing to change to school. I remember the little faces light up when they would remember a new word we’ve learned the previous class 🙂

After graduating college, I taught ESL (English as a Second Language) to years 2 to 6. After a few years teaching back home, I went to Japan and taught ESL for a few months. After returning to Romania, my dream changed, and I wanted to find a new line of work which would allow me to work in an English speaking environment.

I ended up working for an environmental consultancy and my new dream became going back to Uni and becoming a certified translator. There I was after five years, working two jobs. My day job was with the environmental consultancy and my second was working as a certified translator mainly focused on technical translations. Had that dream for a few good years until I moved to the UK.

Moving to the UK gave me the opportunity to study and move into a new field and study. Six years on I am working in a new space – the People space.

I remember my first day In London, fresh off the plane with three suitcases and the rest of my belongings neatly packed up by my brother, on their way somewhere between Bucharest and London 🙂 I will never forget the couple of days spent with my family before my departure. They had driven down eight hours to Bucharest to help me pack. I was in a bit of a panic mode and my brother is the best at packing you’ll ever meet! I will forever be grateful to and never forget the drive to the airport with my friend Cici who saw me off. It really sank in what I was doing when I found myself in the middle of the airport with my red backpack on my shoulders and dragging my suitcases. I don’t remember the plane ride to London, all I remember is how nervous I was getting off that plane and feeling forever in debt with my friend Raluca who picked me up from the airport and kindly offered to host me as her guest for two weeks until my tenancy agreement started.

After moving to the UK, my biggest dream was to live on London. I still do. But, I have a new dream now 🙂

As much as I love London, with its hustle and bustle, my new dream is moving somewhere to the seaside, get my own place with a little garden so that I can sit outside in the garden and write. I also see myself walking to the beach, sitting down on the warm sand (yes, I am thinking a lovely British summer) and you guessed it…. write 🙂

I’ll keep you posted how my manifesting is going!

Until the next one… I am sure I will be back soon with my new post.

Miss B