Life Abroad

Warning: this post contains sad themes and frequent coarse language. What an exhausting week this has been. I thought it’d be nice to share it with you to paint that richer picture I keep talking about, but please don’t expect an uplifting message coming out of it. Also, it'll be cathartic for me to have a rant  J Let’s begin from last weekend  – Saturday: I went to Copenhagen for the weekend for a friend’s 30 th birthday. The day was full of hygge , including a home-cooked breakfast, intriguing Danish cuisine and cosy downtime at home. Then we ramped things for the house party at night. The party was so cool. Danish people are SO cool. Very chilled vibe, not a rager, which I liked. It was nice socialising with the Danes as they don’t faf around with idle chit-chat (as I’ve noticed Brits like to do), but rather dig deeper in discussions. 3am: sophisticated drunk. At some point during the night a thought struck me that may make a good blog post… who a...

Wouldn’t it be nice to live a carefree life? Where you have no troubles and can be whoever it is you want to be. Well there is a place, and that place is called Neverland… but if you’re Aussie and looking for a place that’s a bit easier to find, then London might just be it. What is it that attracts hoards of Aussies to take the well-trodden path of a “two-year stint in London”? What’s the appeal? Well, I think it’s the possibility of finding Neverland. A place where you can leave your previous life behind and create a new one. A few friends have described it as a fantasy world. They no longer have the pressures of living a routine life in Sydney where their story reads like a script. “You want me to describe myself? Oh, well, I work [enter comfortable job] and live [enter convenient place], my friends are [enter established social group] and this is my lifestyle [enter a routine lifestyle]” This is all great. But I think a lot of people move to London to break all...