London, day one. It all started with a torturous few moments at the Etihad check in desk whereby the check in clerk, managed to make me cry. So far not my proudest moment. I had been good all day, then the bombshell.My bags were too heavy. Duh. I could have told them that. What I couldn’t tell though was that I couldn’t take my carry on bag because “madame, your ‘handbag’, is too big to be a handbag, you can only take one bag on board and it must be 7kg.” And I crumbled. Literally became hysterical at the check in desk. It didn’t occur to me that I could probably do without some of the things in my bag, all I could think about is that those things they just dismissed were my only connection to home.

But then I was up in the air…. and then I was down again.

From the moment I stepped off the plane, I knew that this was going to be an adventure I wouldn’t dare forget. My bags were heavy, but I was full of adrenalin and I felt invincible. Then jet lag made his first appearance. And my God, what an appearance it was. Again, with the crumbling. But what I came to realise once I had taken a shower and spoken to my mum, was that I was in London. A dream that I had held onto for 20 years, and wasn’t really sure If I would ever fulfill. Not because, I didn’t have the means, but because, I had such high expectations, that I wasn’t really sure if what I had dreamed, could actually become a reality. But it could. And here I was. So I picked myself up, put on a brave face and went out into the world….

For “Welcome to London” mojitos with a friend. And what a welcome it was.

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Today is my last day at work and it’s bitter sweet. It’s very strange leaving a routine and a lifestyle that you are comfortable with for a life of just living in the moment.
But, Im sure, that once I pack up the final pieces of my life here in Melbourne, and arrive in London, settle in and start a routine, things will settle down.

I saw online today this picture, it explains so much about who I am and what Im feeling right at this second, I couldn’t not post….

Image via Pinterest

With all the changes, ups and downs that are happening in my life at the moment, I thought that it’s high time, I take a time out to feel inspired. Here are a few of my favourite things right now.

Strawberries! Im heading to the northern summer so am hoping to find some yummy strawberries.

Chambrey Shirts and low ponytails

Inspiring words

Camelia Blossoms in bright pink

and a tree house

Images 1 & 2: Sacramento Street Image 3: Aubrey Road Image 4: This is Glamorous Image 5: Via Pinterest

I have found over the last couple of weeks, that the closer I get to moving, the more I’m thinking about family, friends and loved ones. It’s not because I’m never going to see them again, it’s more because of the fact that the dynamic between us will change slightly with me being on the other side of the world. Instead of calling me every day to talk about options for a new winter jacket, or fabric for a piece of a collection, one of my sisters is going to have to get used to sending emails and setting up Skype dates. And my mum, instead of calling her when Im walking home from work, or about to go to bed or even just because I can’t remember what ingredients need to go into her spaghetti bolognase, Im going to need to be a little more organised – especially with the time difference.

It’s a little overwhelming, but I know I can handle it. I have moved across the country and 6 years flew by in a swirl of laughter, tears and triumphs. Yes, it will be difficult at first, but friends make it easier and Im so glad that I have a few in London (and Im sure a lot more to make!) but now it’s time for the next adventure. I have been craving this for months if not years and it’s time to succumb, to be thankful for the wonderful people I have in my life that make this move what it is. Thankful that I can have times when I might be feeling homesick that I have family and friends that I care about that much and who care about me if not more and that in these times, I know that it’s part of the process of the adventure, of moving out of my comfort zone. And I’m thankful for that.

Image from This Is Glamorous

Hopefully this is true!

Image via Pintrest

It’s been a rollercoaster couple of weeks. Skyscraper ups, and stomach churning downs and all because I am so excited. You know the feeling of being 6 years old on Christmas Eve? When you know that you need to fall asleep because if you don’t Father Christmas won’t come? and how it takes you ages just to close your eyes because all you can think of is the presents under the tree, the lollies and choclates you will eat and the fun you are going to have the very next day? Well that’s exactly how I feel, except of course, I have 44 more sleeps to go.

Im craving the adventure, yet the planning and organisation involved over the next 44 days is exhausting. Boxes to pack, furniture to sell and pieces of my Melbourne life to put away for safe keeping. It’s certainly a rollercoaster but one I’d spend hours in a line for, just for the thrill.

It’s currently 8 weeks until I jet out of Melbourne for the North. My first ever visit to England. The land of Keats, Austin, Bronte and the Beatles and I CAN NOT wait.

I’m counting down the days until the next path of my life begins. While I know from experience that the move will not be a walk in the park, I’ll probably start cursing like a sailor in frustration as I take the wrong turn for the hundreth time or tears will flow for no apparent reason as I sip tea from a real bone china tea cup. But all the trials will be worth it. If only just for the exclamations of surprise as I discover something I hadn’t meant to whilst walking down a street that is older than nothing I have ever known.

It’s going to be an adventure that’s for sure, but it’s the whole reason Im heading on the journey.

Image from Age Old Tree

I am so excited that I can finally announce this to you all. It’s been some time in the making (21 years to be exact!) But I have decided it’s finally time I move to London.

I remember the day so vividly when I decided that this is what I wanted to do with my life. I was 8 years old and had to put together a report on a city for class. I didn’t know much about another country other than the paternal side of my family came to Australia 40 odd years ago from a country far away called England. From that moment I was entranced. Now my teacher wouldn’t let me do my whole report on England, it had to be a city, so that’s when my love afair with London began.

And it’s been a long and arduous love afair. From the moment I turned 18, that’s all I was going to do, move to London, but then school, boys, holidays to other countries, and moving to another city all took me away from my one true love. But not for much longer. At 29, I have decided that it’s high time that I make the move. High time I did’t let anything else get in the way. So that’s what Im doing. Come 25th July, the adventure starts and the next phase of my life begins.

I can feel change in the air. So this quote from a very wise woman is going to act as a reminder to me today to always follow my heart.

Image from here

Last night, I had the pleasure of attending City & Color’s sold out Melbourne show at the glorious old Palais theatre. Now you could’t ask for a better venue for some folk rock music. No standing up amoungst the teenage girls scrambling to get to the front to be as close as possible to the stange “just in case” the artist notices them and decides that they are the girl of their dreams. No, it was quite civilised and very grown up.

And what a show it was. Of course it does help just a little that Dallas Green is a complete dreamboat, but It’s shows like that where I wish I had kept up with my music, picked up a guitar and hadn’t been afraid of failure.
It seems like lately, I’ve been reminising more than usual about things that could have been, should have been or would have been instead of accepting where I am and what brought me to this place. Maybe its the universe telling me a change is in the air or maybe it’s a sign and that anything I dream up is possible, I just need the courage to try……