Life Choices

Ok I admit it... I am a bad blogger!

But I have a reason... just hear me out!

London is a hard city.

She can be your best friend or your worst enemy.

And the past 6 months, I think it's fair to say that we hated each other.

I wasn't enjoying work anymore (to the point that my team leaders at work would have to pull me aside to calm down to stop from yelling at customers.).  There is nothing worse than coming home from a horrible day at work and not feeling comfortable in your house ( which did result me in drinking 2 bottles of wine and a lot of yelling at a certain housemate.)

I think to say that I was getting miserable would be accurate.  Which explains the lack of blogs (nothing like being miserable to be the inspiration to write.)

Rewind to April, I was on skype with my sister and she dropped a bombshell.  She was having a baby and I was going to be an Auntie.

So being miserable in London, and seeing all the excitement that was happening at home, I had a choice to make.

Renew my visa and stick it out or accept my fate, book a flight and go home to enjoy being an Auntie for the very first time.

The choice was easy.

So operation move home without telling anybody but family was a go-go!

I had booked my flights months ago, handed in my resignation for my job, found somebody to move into my room, packed and had a lot of beer, wine and cider saying goodbye to people.

I managed to get a plane, leave the country and travel around the other side of the world without any of my friends knowing.

Getting off the plane at home and coming out of departures and seeing my pregnant sister and her husband was the best welcome home present I could have ever wanted!

So now I am sitting in front of a fan in an air-conditioned room, happy with my choice.

Will I ever move away again?

Never say never. (#Bieber)

Do I regret my choice to leave?

Not for a second.

So now the token Aussie is back with my own kind, lets see what kind of adventures I get into!

Aussie Out
xo

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Shall I stay or shall I go?

So I’m really conflicted at the moment.

Before I left Sydney, I was convinced that my future was in England.  I would move here, find some amazing job, find the love of my life and live happily ever after.  Shock horror, I will soon be unemployed after quitting my job for hating it so much, I am #foreveralone, bonding with cats (shudder) and although I have made some amazing friends, I think that I’ve also left some amazing friends at home.

In making the move, more than once have I thought about packing up my bags and giving up.  Being so far away from home is hard sometimes.  I guess a part of me thought that I would be mourned and thought of like the dead (or at least an evicted housemate from big brother.)

It made it really hard to see everybody go on with their lives.  Yeah I would receive a viber message or a snapchat from family and friends but they got on with it.  I guess that made it harder.

Before leaving I had made a promise to my sister that I would come home for Christmas.  I wanted 1 cold christmas which I did last year but now with the looming thought of going home approaching, I was conflicted.  I haven’t achieved anything here in London.

Messages between my sister and I

I almost wished that I didn’t have to go home so I could get on with it, but still extremely excited to go back and see everybody again (not so excited about the 23 hour flight that awaits me)

So I finally booked my ticket home.  And as soon as I booked my tickets I was sad.  I had such hopes for London and when I have given it the chance, it hasn’t let me down.  I feel like I have let it down.  I am constantly making up excuses about having no money or being tired, when I need to remember that not everybody gets this opportunity.  So now I am thinking.  I have 1 year of my visa left.  Of course I will be coming back to London, I’m almost 100% sure my housemate would kill me if I don’t come back, but will it be for 1 more year?  

I am in the extremely lucky few, that can get dual citizenship, which would cancel any time limit that I have and to really see what this amazing city has in store for me (other than slowly taking away my accent as a visiting friend has so kindly told me.)

I guess time will tell.

Aussie out

xoxo

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