The flight is booked. The decision has been made. I will be going to Australia for 4 weeks in October.. AHHHH!
I don’t know if I’m filled with excitement or fear… or maybe both? This has been something I’ve been dreaming about since I was 12 years old, and now it’s finally happening.
It’s amazing what a life changing event can push you to do. Push you to face your fears. Life is just too short and sometimes you have to say “What the hell.. let’s do this!”
For as long as I can remember, I have had this feeling of being pulled to Australia. I convinced myself I would never feel truly fulfilled until I visit Australia. It’s stupid I know, because there will always be something in your life that you long to do, which is normal.
Finishing my Apprenticeship in September gives me the perfect opportunity to fly out and travel. It’s basically like having a Gap Year after Uni.. but without the 4 years of intense hard work. So with the understanding that come September I would be unemployed, I thought why the hell not fly out to Oz and just have fun. I’ve always been a worrier and wanted to do the right thing, be who people expect me to be and not who I want to be. Well that ends now.