Is the grass greener?
I’m here to tell you that no, no it’s not, it’s just a different colour.
My story is a little bit boring. Horrible break up, horribly well-paying easy job, horrible comfort zone, horribly over protective and loving family. God my life was horrible…
And I don’t use the word ‘was’ lightly.
Something hit me one day. Not the break up thing, not the all friends getting married thing… whatever hit me, hit me hard. So, I did it. I did what every Australian tends to do when they’re young… or should do when they’re young. I quit my job, packed my bag, and boarded my one-way flight to London.
Quit your job, get a tan, fall in love, never return… yes, cool. Insta quotes are all great in theory. But they aren’t real. Looking at you #fitspo #bikinibody, you just make people feel worse.
Moving to London has been the hardest and most rewarding thing I have ever done. And everyone speaks English here.
Unfortunately, everything anyone ever tells you about moving to London will largely be a lie.
It’s cold – it is. But it’s different. There is no wind from Antarctica, and there are so many buildings to just hold in that residual heat, that it’s fine. And when it is 25 degrees, it feels like 35. They also believe in heating here. Australia – skip the global warming crap and get on board.
Everyone is racist – it’s true. And I’m from Melbourne, which is a highly race segregated city. It’s everywhere. It’s in your face every day. Clients will ask you in meetings which way you voted in Brexit, before they ask your name. It’s dividing a city, and London is a big city.