As I pack my suitcase for my New Year's vacation at my family's currently snowed-in house in Sweden, I can't help but let my mind drift to that inevitable subject: resolutions. Every year on the hazy final days of December, as we toss out the Christmas gift wrappers and finish the mulled wine, most of us dream away planning the new year, setting goals, making resolutions. Making promises to ourselves. Some of these promises dissipate into the January fog, melting off with all the holiday cheer. Others stay put, grow into dreams, plant the seed of motivation. Whether it's a gym membership or a passport and a suitcase, a new year's resolution holds power.
For 2012, I vowed to become a freelance writer, go vegan and move to London. It all went quite well: I quit my job on 15 June and pretty much converted to veganism on the spot. Both of these things brought challenges, motivation crises and tighter purse strings, but they ultimately made me a stronger, braver, more interesting person. And on the 4th of September, my plane to London lifted, carrying me into a new, head-over-heels life. I'll always remember this crazy, gutsy move as one of the best decisions I've ever made. 2012 was a dream-come-true year for me and even more proof that when I set my mind to something...sooner or later I will move there.