Leaving for Australia

It feels like flying to Australia to live on a Working Holiday Visa is all I’ve talked about for the past year and after months of planning, it’s finally here. But it came as a surprise that it really wasn’t as easy as I expected.
Saying goodbye to my friends and family was something I had always dreaded but I underestimated just how hard it would be to leave. Booking my travels when I had few real attachments to the UK was one thing but typically, life threw a rather large spanner in the works.

Honestly, that 25 hour solo flight to Sydney was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. The feeling only intensified when I finally reached my hostel in Sydney. Without the logistics of getting anywhere to distract me, the reality of how alone I suddenly felt hit me. My instinct to run back to my comfort zone took over but as it was over 10,000 miles away, I had to carry on.

Several pep talks later, I got up after two hours sleep and tentatively went down to breakfast. Determined not to spend any more time alone, I asked another lone girl if I could sit with her. Thankfully she agreed and all of a sudden, things didn’t seem quite so terrifying any more. It sounds simple but those 36 hours alone really were one of the most daunting experiences of my life.

As for my first few days in Sydney? Things were on the up and I can’t wait to tell you all about them soon!