C’est la vie

Recently I made a pretty big decision; I’m embarking on an adventure to the other side of the globe. I am moving my life from the comfort of Australia, to the unknowns of London. And I am terrified.

I somewhat spontaneously booked a one way ticket to London. It came after I realised that I was stuck in a rut. I had these dreams and ideas of things that I wanted to do, but for some reason, that’s all they were; dreams.

The support network that I had around me has gotten quite small. Two out of three of my best friends, the people that meant the world to me and the ones that were always there at a seconds notice, moved away. They moved for the same reasons I am moving; to find opportunities for themselves that they couldn’t find here. A few months back, one of my best friends moved 800km south. A few weeks ago, another best friend moved 1500km north. The third, well she is the kinda person that makes the things she wants a reality and I’m not sure how long she will be here either. This coupled with the realisation that I wasn’t actually living life, made me decide to go, to finally do what I’ve been wanting to do for so long. To find opportunities for myself as an artist, a performer, a writer and as a person.

I have this dream of what will happen when I go. That things will simply fall into place and I will find that thing that I’ve been searching for. I’ll find love. I’ll find my dream job. Most of all, I’ll start ticking things off my bucket list. As a realist, I know that all these things won’t happen just because I move, but I know that they’re not happening here either. So I might as well have some fun while looking for these opportunities.

I am terrified of this move. It’s a big change. I might fall flat on my face. Things can go wrong and I might hate London. But I realised that those same things can go wrong even if I don’t move. I could just as easily fall flat on my face here. I am leaving a life of comfort and stability to do something that some have said is reckless. At the end of the day; I can always come back. I need to at least try.

I think London may be my home. There’s only one way to find out. It’s terrifying, but that’s life.


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  1. Love you Robbie. So proud that you are doing something amazing for yourself, and I know it will pay off big time! I await many postcards! x

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