That’s what I’m here to do today.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen quite a few posts about emigrating after the whole Brexit debacle, and whilst I’ve facetiously joked that that was the final straw for me, this is something I’ve been thinking about for quite some time.
It’s also not a decision I take lightly. Emigrating is a huge deal, I don’t need to tell anyone that. I’m worried about how much I’ll miss my family, and that I can’t just pop back and see them if anything happens; ditto my friends. There’s the small matter of visas being harder to get hold of than golden hen’s teeth. I have no idea how our finances would translate to the Australian economy or if we could even stay afloat. I would have to literally bathe in suncream for 11.5 months out of the year to avoid getting riddled with skin cancer, and have you seen how bad the traffic in Sydney gets?
So why do I want to go?
I’m healthier in Australia
Australia is definitely ahead of the UK in being able to cater for gluten free diets, although I have to say we’re definitely catching up. Good work, UK gluten free industry. Anyway, I find the focus on healthy living in Australia very conducive to me actually making my health and fitness more of a priority.
I’ve had some amazing gluten free meals in Australia, for example this restaurant which we stumbled upon completely by accident.
And when you live close enough to this to take a walk or a swim after work, and the weather is actually nice enough to allow you to do that, why wouldn’t you?
The beautiful scenery just makes me want to get up out and in it, all the time. Which is not the case in rainy grey England.
I have family in Australia
I don’t just have my family here in the UK to think about, because I have a sister, brother-in-law, niece and nephew in Sydney as well.
Obviously no branch of the family is more important than the rest, but it’s not as simple for me as family here / no family there.
I first visited Australia when I was 10, as my uncle had moved there with his work. I spent a glorious fortnight building sandcastles with my cousins, came home and I didn’t think too much more about it. I was 10, after all. I just dug up a photo of me from that trip plus obligatory koala, but I’m not posting it here as it’s definitely not something I want immortalised on the internet. So follow me on Snapchat for that delight – the link’s in the sidebar.
After my sister moved out there when I was about 18, my family and I tried to go out and see her every couple of years, including for her wedding which was one of my favourite days ever.
Then there’s the fact that S and I got engaged in the Sydney Botanic Gardens, another one of my favourite days ever.
We spent 7 weeks there altogether, which I’ve written a little bit about here, but I think we both lost our hearts to the place on that trip.
I can’t really sum up all the happy memories I’ve made in Australia, there are too many and this post is long enough as it is already.
There are career opportunities
In my particular field of work, Australia is lagging behind the UK by about a decade. This is according to an ex-colleague who is now working in Brisbane, and says the opportunities are plentiful. Now, if only that would somehow translate into a visa… But like I said, golden hen’s teeth.
I want a new adventure
So I have this problem: itchy feet. I love to travel and experience new places, but I’m not the kind of person to quit my job and travel the world. So I think that to emigrate to Australia would satisfy my wanderlust at just my speed.
Not just living in a new culture – because Australian culture is actually quite different than English – but all the new travel opportunities that moving would afford. Not just the rest of Australia – Kakadu National Park? Lord Howe Island? The Nullarbor Plain? Tassie?
But also those places relatively nearby, like New Zealand, New Caledonia, Papua New Guinea (anywhere with a new in it, basically), Vanuatu, Fiji, French Polynesia…?
I’m happier in Australia
This is the coup de grâce. All those other reasons yeah, they’re all well and good. But this one is what really does it for me.
I want to move to Australia because I am my best self there.
What more can I say than that?
Note: some photos were taken by S. I can’t remember exactly which ones as my memory gets a bit hazy before, oh, yesterday; but assume all the best ones are his.