Nearly a month ago I walked onto a beach in Spain and said to myself “what the fuck am I doing living in England?”
I haven’t been able to get that sentence out of my head since.
For about the past 10 years I’ve always had it in my head that I want to go to Australia. I’m not totally sure where my obsession with it came from. Was it the many hours spent watching Neighbours or Home & Away when I was younger? Maybe it was the late night influence of Bea Smith in Prisoner Cell Block H? Either way I want to go, otherwise I don’t think ever I’ll shake off my ‘go to Oz’ mindset.
Looking at where I am now, there isn’t much stopping me. I don’t have kids, I’m not in a relationship with anyone, and I’m not tied down to a mortgage (although I do have some credit card debt).
What I do have here is family, friends (even though they can’t bring themselves to go out!) and a half decent paid job. I can’t move my family and if I moved I’d make new friends. I don’t really want to still be sat behind this desk in another 10 years having done nothing apart from plod on with the daily grind.
So, what do I do? Apply for an Australian working visa before I reach the grand age of 31 in March and go at some point next year. Or do I go the whole hog and try and get accepted on an emigration visa?
Underneath the rose-tinted specs, I know that it can’t be all fantastic out there, but I also know it can’t be any worse than it is in England. One thing it will be though is different and I think that’s what I need, I need change and I need to try it before I get old and wrinkly or before I find, and get attached, to some silly female.
I’m not sure why I haven’t done much about it in the past, but now more than ever, the little voice in the back of my head won’t go away. There is a emigration expo next month not far from me, so I’m going to along to that and see what my options are and we’ll take it from there.
What have I got to lose?