Something very, very exciting happened in August and since then I feel like I’ve been harbouring a stowaway in my bathroom cupboard. When I say stowaway I obviously mean a big, fat fucking secret. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops and feel guilty for not sharing with my online pals, but I needed to get all of my ducks in a line before blabbing my mouth off.
When I say ducks, I’m mean nothing exciting to do with fluffy animals, I mean things like handing in my notice (oh god it feels good saying that), sorting out my finances (blog on that coming soon), renting out my flat (still haven’t sorted that) and applying for a visa (haven’t done that either). It’s going pretty well I’d say, would you agree?
I’ve always wanted to travel the world and had ‘big plans’ in the next few years to pay off all my debts and then fly off like a free little bird, however after life dealt me a majorly shit hand this year and it put things into perspective. I decided that I needed to start doing things for me and that there was no time like the present.
After a lot of number crunching and having many a conversation with myself about how stupidly, stupid it would be to give up my good job, leave my flat which I love more than the 4 varieties of cheese in my fridge and book a 1 way flight to Australia I of course got a little bit happy on Prosecco and did exactly that.
Rhiannon who I’m embarking on this adventure with (she’ll be blogging about it too, read her post about it here) had come round for a little Oz planning session and obviously like I aways do I got a bit ahead of myself and just bulldozed straight in and booked flights, after my 3rd Prosecco, because as you know, you do only live once.
So that was it, flights booked, we were going to Oz.
You will all laugh at this and think I’m even more crazy than you ever thought before, but I have to say Australia has never really appealed to me. Mainly because of all the spiders and it just never seemed that sexy, but it made sense to go somewhere that I could work whilst travelling and exploring.
As well as that I’ve only ever met one person who came back from Oz and didn’t like it, but I think that’s mainly to do with the fact she had to stay with her evil step mother for 3 weeks and that’s enough to ruin anyone’s holiday.
I haven’t put a label on how long I’m going for, but the plan is anywhere from 6 months to 2 years. Mand had a bitch fit when I kept telling people 6 months as she said I need to go and spend a minimum of a year there, but I’m telling people 6 months for a bit of self preservation. What if I hate it? What if the spiders eat me? What if I run out of money in 24 days? If I don’t want to or can’t stay for some reason, I won’t and if I say 6 months I won’t feel like a failure if I do come home early. I don’t want to stay there to prove a point, because I’m doing this for me and my soul.
Once I got into the planning – when I say planning I follow a few Australian people on Instagram, look at pretty pics and have flicked through my guide book that my beautiful friend Hayley lent me, I realised that it is a MASSIVE place, quite a bit bigger than the UK and there are sooo many wonderful places to explore.
We are flying to Brisbane (because that was the cheapest flight I could find) and will then spend a few nights there (in a hostel, eeeek) and then decide whether we want to stay or move on and that my friends is the plan. Pretty loose huh? Just the way I like it. I don’t want to be tied to a schedule or itinerary and want to just go where the wind takes us, although the thought of that is sending our Rhi, Rhi into a frenzy.
It all feels VERY real now I’ve handed in my notice and because it will soon be 2019. I’m feeling very worried about money and all the shit I need to sort out, but have done nothing to sort out.
I’ll be posting some more blog posts in the lead up to our big trip on lots of different topics, so please come along for the ride.
Ps If you know anyone who wants to buy a yellow mini or rent a flat in Norwich, slide into my Dm’s!
Pps I may get up a gofundme page so you can all donate and I can have the trip of a lifetime…. alternatively if I could just become a famous blogger please and get paid loads of money to travel the world, that would be preferable.