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Wow, what a whirlwind the last month has been. I arrived in London just over 4 weeks ago, saw Liz at Buckingham Palace, got lost (many times) sampled coffee after coffee to try find a good one and visited Oxford Street. Then I jetted off on whistle stop tour of Paris, Switzerland, Italy, Austria, and Amsterdam. And my goodness it was an adventure.

I met so many wonderful people on the tour, some I think that will stay friends for a long time to come. I challenged myself (went paragliding!) and fell in love twice (with the Swiss Alps and Venice). I cant wait to visit Switzerland in winter.

Then it was back to London, to interviews and to find a flat before heading off to Ireland! Ireland was so gorgeous, so lush and green. I’ll most certainly be back.

All in all, it has been a great ride. Yes there have been some ups and downs, but I have tackled the down head on and just let the ups run its course.

Month one complete – bring on month two!


London, day three. Harrods, what can I say. Glorious department store, just really not me. Dark, gloomy and too many people trying to get me to try on perfume – even when I said no. Selfridges? Well that’s a lot better.

After a walk through Hyde Park, I found myself back on Oxford Street. Right in front of Topshop. Again. I think this might be the start of a delightful friendship. Not just with Topshop (I’m a friendly girl) but with all the retailers along that strip.

And there the day went. After getting my nails done, I walked around with no real clear destination, just with the aim to “get lost” and lost I got. But what I found, I’d be happy with for the rest of my life…. Carnaby Street and Liberty’s. Here I was, In front of a shop that I had only read about. Yes seen the fabric but never actually expected it to be as awesome as it actually was. 30 minutes later, out I walked with a purple bag and my wallet just that little bit lighter.

And here I am, after a delightful day out amoungst the hustle and bustle of a lively city, a cocktail is in my hand, writing this from the bar of my hotel. Now, if only a young gentleman would pop my way to say hello the day couldn’t get much better.

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….

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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

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

The past weekend my two friends and I took a day trip to the Yarra Valley. A client had nicely provided me with a car to test drive so I thought what better thing to do than take the car for a spin down country roads and lunch at a delightful cafe.

I had been hanging out all week to go to the Yarra Valley. There is something theraputic about hitting the road and getting out of the city, even if its only 60 minutes out of town. The excitement for the day was compounded when I found out that the day was going to be slighly overcast – the perfect weather to hit Victorian wine country.

Saturated colours, grey skies and dessert so rich I couldnt even finish it. A perfect Sunday.

I saw this posted on A Cup of Jo this morning and seeing as it’s coming up to Valentines day,  it’s fitting that I share. 
It’s exactly how I feel about my love life right now and Im pretty sure I know a few people who will feel exactly the same way.

The only good thing I can take from this is that in her post, Joanna says that she felt like this for “most of her twenties”. Good, I’ve only got one more year left of tangles to go then.

Image from W&D via A Cup of Jo

And I can’t wait for balmy nights, cicada’s chirping at dusk and the smell of a BBQ on the air…..

Image via A glamorous little side project

Today is a hard day. For those of you that are not new to this blog, you will know that recently I aquired a puppy called Stella. Well, since then I’ve had some bad news. You see, on renting my house, I was told that it was possible to have a little dog as long as I was responsible for replacing the carpets should anything happen to them.

So last week, I was advised that I need to “remove the dog from the premises immediatly” as im in Breach of my lease. So Im pretty cut up about it all. You see, I would never have even got her, should I have known I wasnt allowed her but because I dont have the real estate agents advice that I could keep a pet in writing, Im pretty much screwed.

Today, I arranged to fly Stella to a family in Perth that is going to give her lots of love. Its such a sad thing to do, yes I didnt have her for very long, but she was still my little girl, she answered to me calling her, she would crawl into my lap when I was watching TV or reading a book, and she would jump up and down when I walked through the door. Its going to be hard to say goodbye to the little thing.

But these things must be done. I guess it just wasnt meant to be and the family she is going to have a 2 year old maltese for her to play with, so I know she will be happy.

Love V

Its scorching hot in Melbourne today. Im kind of glad that Im in my cool office while the sun beats down on the pavement, but I wouldnt say no to a trip down the coast and some playing in the ocean.

Its also getting the the oone month to go stage before I fly home to Perth for 3 weeks of family get-togethers, seeing friends, lazing by the pool and playing with the dogs. Its my favourite time of year because I get to catch up on all the things that have been going on, eat as much festive food as I want and not feel guilty AND I get to see my little baby cousin who I havent seen since he was born.

Thats the downside about living in another state or another country, things move on around you, and you dont realise how time flies until you miss out on something important. But thankfully I have family and friends that update me so regularly, that its almost as if I have never left.

But what I wouldn’t give to right now, be on Cottesloe Beach, sitting eating fish and chips then heading over to the pub for a beer…… Hurry up Christmas Holidays!!

Love V

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