BRB, just off to Australia
So, it is officially less than 100 days until I leave for Australia.
Like many university graduates, I have no plan for the future. I have no “proper” job, I have no “proper” plans and I have no “real” commitments. Therefore, why not buy a one way ticket to the other side of the world? What’s the worst that could happen?
Well aside from the hundreds of killer spiders, killer snakes and intolerable heat that Bill Bryson talks of so lovingly, Australia doesn’t seem like the worst place in the world to try and get my life together.
So how did this plan come together? Not very smoothly to say the least. And possibly not with the most planning in the world. A old school friend and I decided to head out there together, both unsure of our futures and both wanting to escape the UK for a bit. We eagerly bought our working holiday visas and after a minor blip and a major dent in the savings due to a required hospital appointment, my visa was finally accepted. Things were looking real. The next scary part was deciding when to go. Buying the ticket was possibly the scariest thing I’ve ever done – I mean paying a huge sum of money for one flight to another country when you have no idea how things are going to turn out is pretty daunting. But in the spirit of “you only live once”, the tickets were paid for and we were officially going to Australia. JUST IN TIME FOR NEW YEARS EVE IN SYDNEY. This New Years Eve is going to be kick ass.
So with less than 100 days to go, I am completely terrified but at the same time insanely excited. The fact that I’m moving halfway across the world with no set plan or any ideas about what could happen is scary but at the same time, isn’t that the funnest part? The not knowing? The fact that anything could happen? And isn’t this the best time in my life to do something like this?
I’ve never been one for knowing what I want to do with my life so putting that decision off for (another) year is the best decision that I’ve ever made. I’m hoping that the endless hours of work in a job that is far from my dream job will be totally worth it when I get off that plane and set my feet down in a new and exciting country. Although, who knows, I could hate it and come back home within a few months with my tail between my legs and in desperate need of tea and cake.
Australia, I’m all yours. Any suggestions on where to go/what to do are welcome!