One particularly boozey night, well into happy hour, Matt turned to me and asked, “What to do you want to do with your life?” I blinked back at him, overwhelmed by the size of the question. Realising we were about to go from an Australian winter to a UK winter, we decided to stop in for a month break in beautiful, sunny Bali. We became engaged and, before we knew it, we were off. The time passed quickly as we made all the necessary arrangements and prepared to leave. The best way to do this, we surmised, was to move to London. So, within a few days of that happening, we decided we needed to get out of Brisbane and out of our comfort zones. Here’s a photo of Matt and I in a hot air balloon! Neither of us wanted to be locked in one place, tied to a mortgage for the next 25 years of our lives. Both of us realised we had no idea what the fuck we were doing or why we were doing it. By the grace of the universe that contract fell through and, immediately after it did, both Matt and I snapped out of this haze we’d been under. We put in an offer and it was accepted, so we went to the real estate agent’s office and signed the contract. Finally, we found the right place for us a big apartment in the city. We started looking to buy a house, spending our weekends visiting open houses and talking to banks about loans. We had gotten to the point of our relationship where we were talking about getting engaged and taking all those logical life steps that people take. I guess it kind of hit both Matt and I at the same time, which is incredibly lucky. Which is exactly what I started to do, just cruising, going to work week-in and week-out, kind of oblivious to how quickly time was going by and the feeling of restlessness growing inside me. It was the kind of job you can get into, settle in and just cruise for the next 30 – 40 years without even thinking about it. ![]() ![]() It offered a great career path with room for continuous growth as well as great pay, job security and superannuation. ![]() Eventually, I found myself working at the office job I often describe in my personal blog posts. I dropped out and started working, moving through a few jobs and finding no inspiration or connection to them either. When I thought of my future I just kind of blanked, which is how I found myself going to University for a few weeks, with no idea of what I wanted to do with my future, in a course I had no connection to. I wrote my first short story in Grade 6 and entered it into a writing competition through school and I won! It felt amazing.Įven though I knew I loved words, writing and everything to do with learning about English and language, I didn’t really know it was a career option or could be part of my future. I’d snag my mum’s Women’s Day magazines and read the weekly short story in the back, not just reading the story, but analysing it and working out what I liked and disliked about the way it was written. I loved being chosen and reading it out really carefully, savouring each word of the story. I remember being in Grade 6 at school and being really excited for English lessons, I used to love when they’d ask people to read out loud from a book. ![]() I was all about books and getting lost in stories. My mum will tell you that, as a little girl, I loved to read.
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