It’s been a good while since I’ve thrown myself into a recurrent series here on the blog. In fact, I’ve been avoiding blogging because I’ve needed to take a good amount of time away from creating content in general. But finally, after two months away from putting any real effort into creating things for you to read, hear and see, I’m back, bitches.
I’ve been wanting to share this series for a long time but had to bench it because it wasn’t like I could actively tell people that I was planning to move to the other side of the world. I also didn’t want to until everything was finalised out of utter fear that I would be denied.
I’m not one for secrets, and I’m also not one for not sharing exciting news so it was really fucking difficult for me to keep this tight-lipped. Honestly, I didn’t do a great job because ALL of my friends knew anyway, but the point is that I had to hide this entire exciting/scary/anxiety inducing side of my life from my clients, co workers and all of you here through the interwebs.
So hello from sunny London - or at least, it is sunny today which feels like a mid-year Christmas miracle. I might wear a dress today, I might meet the love of my life. Who knows?! I’m here to conquer the world.
The story of how I arrived in London began a year ago. I was sitting on Waikiki Beach in Hawaii (my life sucks, I know) and a hostel friend asked me what I was going to do when I returned back to Australia.
This came after approximately 2.5 months of blissful Hawaiian living, remote work and a general feeling of content, and half a month of stress (my MacBook Pro died so I had to spend all of my money replacing it), anger and anxiety (I had a bitter, bitter end with a client that was frustrating but a good learning experience) and general misery (long story short I ran out of money).
Suddenly it dawned on me, I was returning back to Australia after three months away, I had lost my biggest client, and I felt an overwhelming desire to start from scratch. I was gifted with an abundance of choice, a true first world problem, but it was honestly daunting knowing that I could choose many different paths, all of which would change and shape my life in unique ways.
London had always been on my radar. I wanted to do a semester abroad during my undergraduate degree which never happened for reasons I won’t mention here today. My father’s family is from London and I have a plethora of cousins and distant relatives here, and at this point, I had never been to Europe, so it seemed like a good idea.
Plus, after spending the last three months in Hawaii, I realised an office job in Australia would never fully satisfy me anyway and I needed to get the hell out of my comfort zone. For good.
So I tentatively filed the idea away in my brain and flew back to Australia. I built up my client base again and picked up a part-time job working in a bar/restaurant, a decision that I am so thankful for because it lead me to a group of inspiring, talented people. The summer I spent back in Geelong was one of the best over the 8 years I lived there.
I worked and I worked and I worked and I worked.
I cannot emphasise this enough. A regular occurrence would be a mammoth 8 hour day with a client in Melbourne CBD followed by a 5-hour shift at the restaurant back in Geelong. I would leave my house at 7 am and return to bed at 11 pm at least once I week. An absolute killer.
My plan of action was to save the profits coming in for my business and live off my wage from the restaurant. If you ever want to kill any and all free time you might have for a travel goal, this is the way to do it, by the way.
Within two months, I booked my flights to Europe for a holiday (there was NO WAY I was going to move somewhere I had never been before) and I was ready to see what the fuss was all about...