So this is a post I wasn’t sure about writing, but it’s a topic I couldn’t find much information on when I was scrolling through endless sad quotes and looking at how to deal with breakups abroad, so I thought I’d give it a go. As some of you know from my other posts, I emigrated over to Aus in September 2016 with my then-other half of 8.5 years and we both knew it would be a challenge, we had…
Fail to prepare, prepare to fail! Overly dramatic I know but having done just this, finding an apartment is the worst! Let me explain. So we are in Brisbane, Australia and have had enough of living with the backpacker lot now and we wanted to find our own place. My advice to you if you about to apartment hunt in a new city: Firstly – Set your budget, but be very realistic. When we first came here I said $350…
Please don’t ever think that this was an easy decision for me, or the easy way out. We may only be ‘a day away’ as everyone keeps telling me (including myself) but leaving everything you know, and most importantly everyone you know – is the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. It’s not the uncertainty of the life we will have, it’s the knowing that life continues here without you, and that your missing out on…
When your emigrating to another country, people focus on the process ‘how did you get your visa’ ‘what will you do for jobs’ ‘where are you going to live’ and even people who have done it ask the same kinds of questions so they can see how different it was for you compared to how they did it. But nobody ever tells you that getting the visa, packing up, saying goodbye and moving – is only the beginning of it…
Saying goodbye is never easy, whether it’s to family or friends. I’ve always found goodbyes to be the saddest part of life. We recently had our first set of goodbyes from leaving Lincoln and heading back up to Liverpool to stay with family for a few weeks before our final tarrah! Rachael has worked for her school for 6 years now, on and off…so we’ve formed good relationships with her colleagues and a lot of them consider me to be…
To be, or not to be... That really is the question when packing up your house and moving to another country. And it seems that me and my other half have completely different ideas on the matter, making for an interesting situation in our house at this present time! When we first thought about applying to Australia, we vowed not to collect too much shit* over the years so that when it came to this time, it would be an easier…
A Look at Lincoln… I moved to Lincoln for University in 2008 and I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the place ever since…and to be totally honest, I’m not entirely sure why. I decided to move away to University last minute because I’d become so bored of my crappy little life at the time that I’d started making some horrendous life choices – ranging from choosing not to be with the guy that I was in love with and running away…