I always remember the day I booked my one way flight. It was a Sunday back in Newcastle Upon Tyne, my home town. I had just worked 16 days in a row and it was my first day off. I had made plans with a friend that then cancelled last minute. I didn’t want to waste my day off so I headed into town for a mooch around.
I somehow stumbled into a travel agents and left gobsmacked booking a one way flight from London to Melbourne leaving in 10 weeks time. It was something that I wanted but could never had the balls to do.
I don’t know what i was feeling more, scared, excited, nervous, crazy, stressed. It was one of them moments that doesn’t feel completely real. I guess I am one of them people then when there is a deadline I will push myself towards it.
I began thinking of all the things I had to do:
- sell my life
- sell my car
- move out, sort my flat
- quit my job
- tell everyone
- get a visa
- make a plan
To be honest I think I was more scared of the unknown and people’s reactions.
When you get older this is not something that you tend to worry about. At the end of the day I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. I love Newcastle but it ain’t going anywhere. I have had so many party nights out I was ready to try something new and have a different adventure…