It all started when I was at Splendour In The Grass (a marvelous music festival held over two days in beautiful Byron Bay), well actually when I got home from the festival, I had my epiphany.
I felt that my life was dull, boring and wasn't going anywhere and it was time for a
massive change, an adventure.
I was born and had lived my entire life on the Gold Coast and I was tired of the same old same old. I had worked in real estate since I'd left school and it was becoming boring and monotonous.
But I had debts that a younger me had accumulated from a terrible 6 year relationship that had to be sorted and paid off before I could embark on my adventure, so there was no departure date at this point. Just the decision that I wanted to move to London and experience what life was like in a foreign city, the biggest city in my eyes, in the world. And most importantly to have a fresh start.
A couple of months later, I'd all but put my epiphany of moving to London aside, as a new relationship had started, with my much younger hairdresser, who I had a crush on for sometime. I'd invited him to our unit, which was on the Indy circuit in Surfers Paradise during Indy, and well we'd gotten together over that weekend and he'd pretty much moved himself in since then (the story of my adult life really, I was a bit of a pushover when it came to boys or men shall I say). I was 27 and he was 20.
Right around the same time my youngest sister discovered she was pregnant with her first child, my first niece or nephew, due mid May next year. So my life had taken a turn for the better and there were things, mostly people, that made me put off my dream of moving to London.
