#100days - '90: he's leaving home

1990 was the year I moved to the other side of the world, leaving behind every one I knew, armed with one suitcase and some savings. I arrived in the UK on January 23rd with a letter on introduction for a job that didn't pan out. My savings diminished very quickly, too. It was a challenging start.

But within four months I had somewhere to live, regular freelance work, new friends and was seeing someone. So it all worked out...