Where to begin but from the beginning.

My husband, Will, and I got married in 2013, decided we had a few years up our sleeves to enjoy ourselves and live for us before real life catches up to us and we settle down and make babies. To us, the ultimate adventure was to go and live in London and use our holidays to travel whatever parts of Europe we could get our hands on. Not something that a lot of Brits could understand. Why would we move away from Australia to come here? Well, for starters, we have no access to weekends away to another country (almost). We are so cut off from the rest of the world in that vast island home of ours. Secondly, London is the biggest play ground for adults I have ever known. I definitely got less responsible in my time there. And to be honest, my appreciation for Australia is that much greater for having moved away. I will now go home excited about all the things I have taken for granted my whole life.

1 year, maybe 2 max. turned into 3 years.

After 2 and half years of teaching in the exhausting English education system, it was time to call it quits and make a move home. Not quite ready for real life, our move home consisted of packing a back pack, getting rid of all other possessions and spending every pound we have left in as many places as possible. I have zero interest in our pounds being converted into the Australian dollar. I'm hoping someone missed me enough to have my back when we land, dead broke, and knock on their door for dinner, like beggars. So the last few months of this 3 years will be on the road.

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