Well, here we are. I’ve officially been living in London for two years. And I’m officially leaving. It’s been an interesting year, to say the least. I’ve heard other expats say that it takes them around six months to a year to feel at home in a new city. Although I found my feet in…
Although I’ve been living in London for two years, the city only really began to feel like home when I moved into number 53. I’d been house jumping for the previous year – living with family, friends and randoms. Each time, I couldn’t help but feel that I was encroaching on someone else’s personal space….
I felt a lot of mixed emotions after my move to Doha. If you’re desert-bound yourself, here’s some of the stranger things you can expect to happen to you. 1. Your concept of heat changes entirely As an Australian, I prided myself on my ability to handle heat. Then I moved to Doha in the…
We’re finally back from our trip to the Caribbean. To say I’m happy about this would be a gross understatement. General rules of hygiene are the only things stopping me from kissing the streets of London. I’ve never been so stoked to see the place. I have so many stories to tell from the last…
Although I left Australia in 2014, I only really spent seven months of that particular year living abroad (some of those months I was working, some travelling and the rest job-hunting and somewhat losing my mind). As it were, 2015 was my first full year living overseas… and what a year it was. Was it…
I’ve been a bit naughty during my last year of living in England’s capital. I’ve travelled to loads of places, around the world and the UK, but haven’t really seen much of London. It’s got me thinking about how we function as human beings – daydreaming about the next adventure, but never really opening up…
I made a decision during the first few hours of New Years Day – that being to make more of an effort to live more mindfully. It’s a super wanky word, yet so relevant at the same time. So yes, I’m going all Power of Now on you. What better way to do so than…
The Sun Voyager sculpture in Reykjavík. I was in Iceland on Sunday when I realised that the day marked an anniversary of sorts for me – a year to the day I first sat down and published a post on this blog. (Read it if you want – or maybe do us both a…