People have the tendency to make plans for their lives, yet some [like me] do not necessarily have the capacity to see most of these plans through, and one finds it even harder to do so when it comes to the bigger ones. For the past month I have been toying around with the idea of going to London to work in an architectural firm set up by Mom's old friend. It sure sounded like an exciting prospect when nothing was cast in concrete. It was basically fun to toss around. Only when Melissa messaged me a week ago to tell me that she'll be heading to London in May for about 6 months to work and would I be interested in going too, did I start to feel the familiar flutter of uncertainty.If I were younger, perhaps I would drop everything in a flash and up and go to London to live out the rest of my days. For one, Mom's friend mentioned that I won't be able to work for his company because there would be plenty of legal hoops to jump through, plus the fact that he's going to be in Singapore. So that door's pretty much shut and bolted. Now I don't really have a reason to go there for 6 months, and judging from all the uncertainty, I should be relieved that my decision has been made for me, but now I feel like I'm giving up the chance of a lifetime. When they say women are indecisive, they don't know the half of it.Initially my main concern was that I wouldn't be able to handle all the renting of accommodation and administrative rubbish that I would have to take care of because I'll be clueless and alone, and that I'll be in a foreign place with neither friends nor family. So when Melissa messaged me, I took it as a sign because she has done all these before and thus I won't be fumbling about blindly in the dark, and I'll have someone to share rent with, as well as a familiar face to keep me socially sane. Anyone would tell me this is the perfect time to go. Problem is, now I don't have a definite job waiting for me, and I don't really want to waste time and money in a country where everything costs three times more than the things in Singapore. Melissa mentioned that I could utilise a job site and start sending out resumes and job applications. I'll probably give that a shot, although I can't sell myself to save my life. With regards to how long I'll stay in London, I'm still praying about it I guess. It would be great if I could find a job there because it is awesome exposure and it would definitely build me up as a person because I'm basically thrown into the deep end so I have to survive on my own. I would miss everything here if I were to be away for 6 months. It may not seem long [Zhengqin: At least it's not long term so we don't need to cry over you], but many things can happen in the span of half a year and I don't really want to miss out on life in Singapore. Anyhoo, I have time left to decide. If I choose not to work there, then I'll probably just be there for 2 months or so on my graduate trip, then return to Singapore to kick off the rest of my adult working life. If I choose to work in London, then I have a whole new chapter in my life to write, and I hope it would be one that I can look back upon fondly fifty years down the road.