In what can only be described as one of my worst kept secrets of all time, I take flight for sunnier skies come the start of next month.
That’s right. I’m leaving!.. again. Although this time it will be for a longer period of time. An indefinite period of time.
A year ago I wrote a blog post whilst travelling from Sydney to Byron Bay where I claimed that, although I had met plenty of people travelling Australia on a working-holiday visa, I couldn’t do it myself. I guess this is one of those times that I am happy to eat my words, because going to Australia on a working-holiday visa is exactly what I am about to do.
My first stop will be New Zealand, before flying onto Melbourne just before Christmas. From there, who knows? There’s plenty of places that I want to go, and plenty of things I am willing to try and/or do – so I am not ruling anything out.
It’s just the next step in one exciting adventure. I have worked hard over the past year to ensure that I can afford this, and I won’t let the opportunity go to waste. After all, how many chances do you get to travel the world without any commitments before either work, settling down, or even age gets in the way?
At the end of the day, you can only apply for working-holiday visas up to a certain age and, with all the uncertainty over Brexit, it’s not like the UK is an overly appealing place to live in right now anyway.