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Officially Working in London


I haven't post anything for the past 2 months. It's been a whirlwind months, juggling between back to back holiday, farewell with my close friends and insanely working to achieve all my target list before my departure.

Yes.

I passed.

I passed the requirement process.

I am officially living my dream.

I am moving to London🇬🇧

Long story short. After the interview with Japanese Managing Director, 2 weeks after that I have to do another interview with the Local Managing Director (Someohow my company has co-director thingy due to some circumstances). I thought the process has done, so I let my guard down. Not that I expect to be interviewed with another MD and this time is British. Honestly I am not really familiar with British pronunciation. Even I cannot understand Harry Potter movie without reading the English subtitles. Nevertheless the sudden announcement made me anxious.

The interview went pretty well eventough I think there was something's missing compare to the previous interviews. I don't feel confident at all.

Almost a month after the interview, I got an email acceptance and a congratulatory message from London HR.

..................

"How about my visa?"

Not even a single happiness came to me at that time. It felt surreal to the point I was scared that something bad will happens to the visa application. I have an issue with anxiety and overthinking. For the past 3 years I have tried to control it with positive mindset. It works sometimes. Especially when I got to control the situation like the interviews for instance. But visa application works beyond that control. So I pray to Allah and constantly convincing myself 

"If it is meant to be it will be." 

"You've done so much." 

"Let Allah decide everything."

and Allah said YES.

Different with the acceptance announcement, I instantly cried when receiving the email from UK border. Not much, only a slight tears because my colleagues were around (and a little bit shaking as usual 😂). 

It felt surreal.

Even now. When I am already landed in London.


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