11 Weeks & Counting…

How will you know it’s the right decision if you never make it?

This week has been a week. I went from telling work about my travel plans, giving them a heads up that in a few weeks I would be handing in my notice to actually handing in my notice yesterday and all of a sudden it got real, real quick.

Definitely not in a bad way, it felt so good to finally share this secret that I’ve been bursting to tell everyone but it also made me feel slightly anxious because I just confirmed the date I leave my job, loosing that security of having a monthly income. I started this job as an innocent graduate, fresh out of university ready to enter the ‘real world’ and what started as a 6 week summer job turned into a permanent position that has 100% had its ups and downs. 

The reaction form my colleagues has been really heartwarming, they have all been so positive about what I’ve decided to do. Although they are gutted to loose me (obviously), they understand why I am going and the majority have said they wish they could do the same or wish they would have done it when they had the chance! I will will be sad to say goodbye as I have made some friends for life but I cannot wait to go for my leaving drinks and have a good old gossip before I leave.

Although scary, I know for sure I wouldn’t be able to get through this stress without my amazing friends and family so shout out to them for keeping me sane! 

Speak soon,

Hannah x

 

18 Weeks & Counting…

Yep, 18 weeks before I get on that plane and start this crazy adventure. 

Over the weekend I booked my first 7 nights stay in Aus and although I still don’t have a plan per say, it made me feel safer in the knowledge that I would have a bed for at least 7 nights. 

I also went shopping and picked up a travel cushion. This may seem like the dullest thing ever but I can’t explain to you the excitement I get each time I buy something that will be coming to Aus with me. Each time one of us picked something up it was met with the saying; “Yeah, but will you take it to Aus?” and it just sounds so mad to think that any clothes etc that I buy now will more than likely be coming to Aus with me. 

I found myself lay in bed that evening and the following thoughts entered my head: 

Visa... check
Flights… check
A place to stay... check

A squeal of excitement later, I was off to dream land, where I was looking out over the bluest of skies living the absolute dream.

Just call me Sheila 😉

Speak soon,

Hannah x