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The thing I didn’t really want to happen, has happened. It took its time, but here it is, casting a grey cloud over my day (although that could actually just be the weather). Homesickness has made itself known and I don’t like it. I’m craving salt air and a place I haven’t called home in 6 years. Even images of the Australian outback are causing me grief and If you know me, that does’t quite compute. Me + dust + super hot days does not equal a happy Victoria. So Im finding all this very strange. But I have been told that these weeks (4 and 5) are the hardest but that I’ll get there. So Im throwing myself into work, and into my favourite things (like taking long walks, being a tourist and fashion).

Yup, its also that time… Fashion week central! Currently New York is showing and I have become enamored with Ellery’s new collection (those shoes!) and A gorgeous, to-die-for gown by Jenny Packham. What Im most looking forward (and Im hoping it knocks the homesickness for six) is London Fashion Weekend. A day of parades, shopping and fun!

So here is to hoping that tomorrow, I wake up and the mental clouds aren’t hanging around. Homesickness can go jump in a lake.

Image from Russh Magazine

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London day 4 & 5. Ok, so the promise to myself about blogging my adventures everyday has hit a bit of a curve ball. Namely because Im way too tired to boot up my computer after a long day of exploring.

The last few days have been wonderful. From watching the Olympic woman’s road race with S and just walking around the city, I have found so many things I hadn’t expected. I think that I will be in awe of this city for many weeks (if not months and years) to come.

Yesterday I just kept walking, a different direction than what I know (yes I kept away from Oxford street) and found myself walking up alley ways and stumbling across the Stella McCartney store in Mayfair. One day, I’ll buy something from the shop, just to say I did.

I walked past Saville Row whilst wearing Haviannas and looking like a complete tourist, past Horseguards Parade where the Olympic Beach Volley ball was being played and unfortunately, no Prince Harry (he was rumored to be in attendance), past a leafy park, the London Eye and there it was… Big Ben. Probably the most iconic of all British landmarks. And I was standing right in front of him. AHHHH a dream come true.

It’s moments like this that make me want to pinch myself. I can’t believe Im here!!

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.

London, day two. Jet lag, the naughty beast allowed me only 4 hours sleep. 4 hours I wish were doubled. But I was determined to get the most out of the day. My first full day in this glorious city. Plus, the Olympics were to start!

Up I hopped, the sun was shining and I was off to see the Queen. Well Buckingham Palace at least. I can’t tell you how amazing the day was, walking pathways that were built over a hundred years ago, by parks where the grass was let to grow and deck chairs were scattered where the sun decided to land. It was mesmerising.

I arrived at the Palace just in time to see the changing of the guards. Along with the hordes of other people, I played the tourist, took the obligatory photographs then continued on my way (not without waving to Her Majesty – who I’m sure was peeking out from behind the curtain).

Up the road, I marveled at almost everything I saw feeling just like a little child on Christmas day. I guess It really was Christmas day for me, what with wanting to do this trip for so long. And then I looked up… and there was Big Ben. He took me completely by surprise. And he was as majestic as I thought he would be.

And I just kept on walking, stumbling into Nelsons Column in Trafalga Square, to the bright lights of Picadilly Circus then straight into Topshop and H&M. Of course, a day out in London, wouldn’t be complete without a few little purchases (namely a pair of shoes and an entirely new outfit). What was I supposed to do? I hadn’t been shopping for a whole 6 months! Finally I felt like myself again.

Bags in hand, I headed back to the glorious York & Albany hotel where I was staying for a few nights to freshen up before heading back out to a cute little pub with S to watch the Olympic Opening Ceremony over a few ciders and laughs.

By the time that my head hit the deliciously soft pillow I was out like a light and Jet Lag had walked out of my life with only the memories.

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.

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 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.

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.

Tonight I walked the 5km home from work, by the park and it was delightful. Melbourne in Autumn is so pretty, the trees lining the roads are loosing their red and gold leaves and they are scattered across the footpath. Yellow streetlamps glow in the dusky night and as I walk over the Flinders Street bridge, I turn to look back at the cityscape and it’s like I’m in another country. The skyscrapers shine and the windows of the historic buildings shine with warmth. It is one of my most favourite times of the year.

The other thing I love about Autumn is the fashion. Especially trench coats, and this one is gorgeous! The added frill on the collar is such a nice little detail that makes it different from every high street design.

Paired with simple jeans and a gorgeous pair of heels, you’re good to go. From the office straight to dinner or drinks. Nice and cosy and warm.

Image from here