I have always been very proud of where I come from and a true believe that there was no one place that could possibly fill the shoes of my home town by the beach. Sydney, Australia is pretty darn spectacular and I have grown up spoilt having the culture hub of Aus being my home. I was the “no place like home” girl and everyone I met along the way knew about it.
Until l I met London…
Realistically, London is a bit of a over populated, miserably wet and really not that appealing… It rains all the time and is endlessly busy. Yet, despite this reality, it has charisma. While living in London, I refused to call it home. I hated the coffee, dreaded the tube rides and found some areas frightfully scary but I missed it when I was gone and always couldn’t wait to get back. During my time living there, it won me over- big time!
I’m smiling ear to ear as I write this, thinking about the cold wet mornings that I would spend walking in the pitch black (despite the fact it was 8am) down to the tube, only to have to take off my 92 layers so that I didn’t loose my entire weight in sweat. We lived a life that only London dwellers would ever understand and gained insight into some of the worlds best personal jokes (#cockforsters).
London was up beat, exciting and always a new experience. I adored my time in London and was equally sad and pleased to be leaving it.
As soon as I fell back into the ‘normal’ Sydney life, I started to really miss my home away from home and found myself wishing it wasn’t so far away. In Feb of 2016, life was good to me and I was able to return for a very short pitt stop before heading to work in Switzerland. I was exceptionally grateful for that opportunity and came back convincing Jay that we had to get back to London again… ASAP. I totally did and he was totally on board but life happened, and with time (i’m talking 5 months max) we decided to say goodbye to a life of travel and focus on our future together.
Well… life has a funny way of saying “yeah good one, Louise” because just as we had finished off sharing our very minimal travel plans (here), I received an email inviting me BACK to London for another work trip. All expenses paid for, return flights + my weekly (very generous) pay check. I won’t lie, I have been bouncing around all day and am most likely getting WAY ahead of myself by sharing this with you now but what the heck- I like to share.
IF all goes ahead (update: it has), I will be leaving for London early Feb 2017 (De Ja Vu), jumping on another flight to Switzerland and this time, leaving room for more travel. I am counting my lucky stars for the connections I made while living in London because this ongoing “I’ll fly you back to work” scenario is really shaping up to be a dream come true. ( If you happen to be reading this- Thank you!! )
Until next time,