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Leaving Australia

P1000809Firstly, so many apologies for not writing anything on here for such a long time, I’ve had a really busy couple of months, which leads me to the subject of this post. I left Australia in February and I have been trying to get my head around what to do next ever since then.

I regretted my decision as soon as I got on the plane.

In fact, I think I had been regretting it much longer than that, but I couldn’t really change anything.

I decided I wanted to leave Australia at the beginning of December and within a week I had booked my ticket – it was very similar to how quickly I had decided to go to Australia in the first place. Thinking about things too much tends to make you regret those things, which is sometimes a good thing and sometimes a bad thing.

I had been talking about the possibility of going home for a couple of weeks and I couldn’t shake that feeling – friends at work kept coming up to me and saying ‘I heard you’re thinking of leaving, whyyyy?’ and at that time I thought it was strange because it was only a subconscious thing that I had mentioned to a couple of people. The more I thought about it though, the more I couldn’t shake the feeling. Something about England was calling me back and I didn’t know what.

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In the back of my mind, I had always had this idea to come home in February to surprise my dad for his birthday. The idea of travelling home without my family’s knowledge was exciting and being home for my dad’s birthday would be great.  When I looked at the flights, tickets seemed impossibly cheap and I took it as a sign. I thought that if I waited to be talked out of it, the tickets would go up in price and I needed to make a decision.

Another reason for leaving was that my contract with Octopus would have been up at the end of January and there was no guarantee of more work. I could either try my luck at getting my seasonal work out of the way – so that I could come back to Australia in the future for a second year of working holiday – or I could stay in Melbourne until July (when my first visa will end) and go home without the option to come back. One thing Florence and I discussed obsessively during this time was the need to get on with our lives; that being in Australia was great but we were somewhat in limbo because we couldn’t get permanent jobs there as we were not residents and it meant that we were just waiting until it was time to go home and get on with our lives.

P1000690One thing I found in Australia which I hadn’t really thought about before I left was that I was just having a constant holiday (oh I know, how terrible) but it meant that I was lackadaisical about work and didn’t work enough for what I was managing to spend each month – I didn’t factor in that I would need to earn money for rent; my savings couldn’t pay for it forever. It got to the point that even when I was working six days a week, I wouldn’t earn enough to do anything other than sit in my house and watch TV. I could have scouted around for other jobs that would give me more consistent shifts, but I would come up with the same problem I had when I first got there; I wasn’t a resident so people were reluctant to employ me.

Unfortunately, as soon as I booked my flight, I started having the absolute best time – I was living in South Yarra, which I much preferred to the Darling house and loved my housemates Lauren and Amy, I was hardly ever working, so I spent so much time at Port Melbourne beach soaking up vitamin D, I had a great Christmas with Erin’s family in Adelaide and I had a great group of friends around me, with whom I spent all of my spare time. The more I knew I had to let go of Melbourne, the more it clung to me until, on the 10th February, I said goodbye to our sweet little South Yarra apartment and was borne away by Amir and Florence to the airport.

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I actually had a bit of a stressful time getting onto the plane – I was informed, when I went to check-in, that my bags were overweight by 7kg. I would be allowed to have 2 free kgs but I would have to pay $150 per extra kilo. I did not have that kind of money so I panicked, but rational Lucy had been quite clever and included a folded up canvas bag in my hand luggage which I was able to transfer some heavy items into. With an hour and 10 minutes to go before my flight, I lined up in the passport control queue and waited, becoming more anxious with every second that passed. I was somehow convinced that I would miss my plane as the queue was talking longer than the time they allotted for it.

After 50 minutes, I went through to duty-free to find that my flight had been delayed – all that anxiety for nothing. Fortunately we were not delayed by long and I boarded the flight. I love flying with Qatar Airways; along with Singapore Airlines, they are my favourite airline. On both flights I had two free seats to myself and I was able to sleep for most of the time.

I arrived back in the UK after just under 24 hours of travelling and was met by Rachael who I used to live with before I left for Australia. This delay in catching a train to Weymouth was a great opportunity to catch up with Rachael, Steve and my almost-2-years-old godson Samuel. After spending a couple of hours with them, they gave me a lift to the train station. 4 hours and 2 changes later, I arrived in Weymouth, Dorset, where I caught a cab to my house, hoping someone was home as I had packed my house keys in the wrong bag.P1000840

None of the cars were there when I got home, so I did panic for a second that no one would be in to greet me and I’d have to wait even longer for my surprise. However, the door was open and my dogs came to greet me at the door (one of which I had never met) and they dragged me up the stairs where my mum was sitting doing some work in my sister’s room at the top of the house.

Needless to say there was screaming AND crying involved, although she swears she knew I was in the UK/coming home so that was nice. Next to surprise was my brother who was just coming home from work; he did actually look quite surprised which is nice. The final surprise of the day was for my dad who I surprised as he came in the door from band practice. He looked very shell-shocked but was very pleased to see me so it was a lovely welcome home.P1000829

We planned to keep the secret from my sister, Emily, until she visited the next day for my dad’s birthday and I honestly wish I had filmed it. Seriously, the video would have gone viral. Emily is absolutely gorgeous but she really is an ugly crier and the surprise and delight that was brought about by seeing me just showed up all over her face, as well as a high pitched scream which totally freaked the dogs out.

All in all it is pretty great being home but I miss Australia so much. My time there won’t stop me from going back, in fact it will only work to encourage me. My visa runs out next week so I unfortunately won’t be going back there to live but I’m enjoying being back in the UK for the moment and working out what my next adventure will be.

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