If you'd told me two years ago as I was booking my flight and preparing to fly out in four or five weeks, that I'd have decided to ship out again by now, I would have probably laughed in your face...
Everyone likes a story so here's a quick one - I needed a change from London; after almost a decade the big city life was starting to tire me. It was great in my 20s, not so much now. So I decided to come out to Oz. Perth seemed good because there were a couple of folks I knew and a job waiting for me if I could get a visa. A year of gathering paperwork, filling out forms and waiting with bated breath and it was off, off to the dreamland in the sun.
I bought a small-ish 4x4 and spent the first 4 months on the road, did a complete circuit of the coast, saw wonderful sights, met wonderful people and enjoyed myself no end. I got back to Perth and reality hit... but that was OK, a new job and a new life was fun and exciting too. I went furniture shopping and bought a new tv and tried to settle into the routine of getting up in the morning and going to work again :mad:
Fast forward a year or so, I'd settled into the Perth life but not made a lot of friends and was a little lonely. I took a trip back to the UK to visit friends and family and realised that everything I did in those three weeks was everything my life was missing over here - lazy afternoons in the pub with folks I'd known for a decade (or two, or even three in soime cases), familiar faces, familiar places and a good British curry. Coming back to Perth after that was still good - I had missed the sunshine and the space, and London is oh-so dirty and filthy by comparison, but by this point I think I'd started telling myself Perth was temporary and I'd just stick around for the four or so years to get citizenship (and with it the ability to move around freely), then think about going back 'home'. Over the next few months everything just completely lost its shine. By Christmas, even though I wasn't on my own for Christmas day, I was just miserable and barely making it out of the house or even out of bed on my days off, missing everyone back home and thinking about them *all* the time. My mother picked up on this over the phone and nagged at me that I ought to make more of an effort to meet people or seriously think about coming back, to which I snapped "that's exactly what I am thinking about", and realised that it was, and that this Oz experiment was over. As soon as that happened and I knew I was going to go home again the depression lifted.
I dearly love Australia, its hugeness, its natural beauty, its people and even its vegemite is acceptable :biggrin:
But in the end the people I want in my life aren't here and that matters more. Really it was over as soon as I started to think it wasn't forever. In a few months when the rental lease is up I'm going to head on home. It's been an overwhelmingly positive experience, especially my four months on the road, and I'll be back to visit sooner or later but that's it for now...
So, anyone know a good international removal firm or even a cheaper way of shipping stuff from Perth to... wherever the hell I end up next in the UK?
I cut my worldly possessions down to two suitcases on the way over, then rented an unfurnished house and have more stuff than ever before!