#Stop35k: Why I could be forced to leave my home, job, and fiancé

Sunday, January 24, 2016



My connection to England stems from my grandfather. He studied law at Oxford before I even knew that was one of the most prestigious schools in the world, let alone before I ever thought about moving to England.

It’s funny—there are so many books and films about just upping sticks and moving to London. Those films don’t actually go into the difficulty of not just moving countries, but after having decided you want to build your life here, they never tell you how hard it is to stay.

Or rather, how hard the government tries to push you out.

I moved to London in 2011 to do my Masters in International Journalism at City University. Moving to London never actually seemed like a possibility to me before, because it was my ultimate goal to get to New York City. But with $45,000 tuition fees at NYU, a £13,000 tuition fee for City seemed like pennies (although, who knows what students are paying today).

Yes, it was actually cheaper for me to move from Virginia to London than to move from Virginia to New York City.

I always knew that I wouldn’t end up living in my hometown, so when the opportunity actually arose, I just went for it. I already had family in London, who had emigrated from Ghana over 20 years ago now. I also had friends there.

I slipped into my new London life with ease. I’d found where I belonged.

It came easy for me. It’s easy if you have the money. This is very important. You have to be prepared for the visa fees, taxes and cost of living. No one cares where you get this money from, as long as you have it and can pay.

I was lucky enough to have a great deal of support from my parents. Not many people have this option.

Five Years in London

Sunday, September 20, 2015

"London Clouds" by Stefano Montager is licensed by CC by 2.0 

Every time I see that Samuel Johnson quote, I get a bit pissed off. You know the one, it’s the one that goes, “When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life.” Well, I can safely say that London’s tired me out. I’ve not even made it halfway through this life and I am exhausted.

Five years. I never thought I’d get to five years. I didn’t think I’d get to stay after one.

I moved here at 22 to start my master's course, having never lived outside of Virginia before. I’d never even lived an hour away from my parents before, much less a six hour plane journey over 3,000 miles.

New York had always been the goal for me—my best friend in high school got into this fantastic New York college and I wanted to join her there, but tuition fees kept me from going out of state. Funnily enough that same reason got me to London later in life.

But it was easy. I slipped right into London life seamlessly like I'd lived this life 20 times over.