"Wanderlust consumed her; foreign hearts and exotic minds compelled her.

She had a gypsy soul and a vibrant hope for the unknown. "

- D. Marie

Oh The Places You Will Go

Oh The Places You Will Go

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Cook Islands

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The Lakes District

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The Pacific Ocean



Oh The Places You Will Go

So I recently turned 28 (I look younger, I know, stop you’re making me blush) and to be honest it’s thrown me into a bit of a quarter-life crisis tailspin.

The week leading up to the big day I was experiencing all sorts of internal meltdown moments:

“What am I doing with my life?”

“Easy Mac is not an appropriate dinner Tully. You should be eating a nutritious salad or at least using something other than the microwave!”

“Is this the career I really want? Do I love what I do? Am I being challenged?”

“I should have savings. Lots of them. Where does all my money go? I should be putting a deposit down on a house by now!”

“Every single one my friends are getting engaged…some are even having babies. On purpose. I can’t even lock down a second Tinder date.”

“My dog is my only real friend.”

“I’m going to die alone.”

You get the point.

It’s not that I feel old, I don’t. It’s that I’m not exactly where I thought I would be by 28 years old.

Since I was a teenager, I’ve had this secret 5 year plan and to say I was slightly off track would be an understatement.

In fact at this very second, as I write this, I have no partner, no job (my 4 month contract at one of Melbourne’s top PR agencies has just ended) and as of Christmas, no home either (my housemates are getting married in January and weirdly, want the place to themselves. $100 says my room has a crib in it by Easter.)

After spending this last weekend wallowing in the fact, I’ve decided to take a different approach.

I’m going to take the #nextstep in my life and do something I’ve been talking about doing since I went on my first overseas trip eight years ago.

I’m going to spend a year living overseas.

Where, you might ask?

At the moment I’m tossing up between a few worthy contenders:


The city that never sleeps…which is great because I’ve always been a firm believer in the phrase “sleep when you’re dead!”

I’ve been to New York a few times now and fall more in lust with the hustle and bustle of the city every visit.

The music scene, the food, the culture, and the concrete jungle- I love it all.

The plus side of NYC would be that a handful of my very good friends live there already, with my best gal pal Katie making the move sometime in the new year.

The downside? When it’s hot, it’s stinking hot (literally: the city smells of hot rubbish) and there aren’t any beaches to escape to. When it’s cold, it’s freezing. The winters are long and treacherous and it can feel like it’s been snowing all year.


Ahhhh the motherland. It seems like a right of passage in most creative’s life to do a stint living in London. Hanging out on Brick Lane, throwing back amazing curries and lukewarm beer.

Both my parents did it, my younger brother has just come back after a year over there and there is something about that British accent that just makes me melt.

The bonuses? You have a bazillion other countries to explore right at your doorstep. Quick weekend away in Paris? Easy peasy. Birthday in Barcelona? Why the hell not!

The downfall? The days are long and dark, the weather is shitty all year around and whatever I end up doing for a crust, I’d be earning far less for doing exactly the same job as I was doing back home.


La La land. You either love or hate LA. I, for one, am mad for it. It’s like Sydney on steroids and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

There’s always something going on in LA- the people are loud and friendly, the weather is sunny almost all year around and in terms of working in the field I want to work in- there’s no better place in the world to get your big break.

On the positive side I also have friends living there already who could help show me the ropes, plus I love the contradictory lifestyle of LA: work hard, play harder. Eat healthy or inhale a burger bigger than your head.

Looking at the negatives, I’m not ignorant to the fact that it’s cut throat over there and not everyone- in fact hardly anyone­­- makes it. On top of that, as with NYC, I’d need a working visa and from all accounts, they are tricky, time consuming, expensive little buggers and I’d need to take that into consideration as well.

As you can see, I’ve got some thinking to do but mainly I’m just that bloody excited to be ticking something off the bucket list I never thought I’d get around to doing.

Despite my constant moaning about the single life, is something very liberating about being alone. About having no strings tying you down, no responsibilities holding you back.

Today, we are as young as we’re ever going to be and if we don’t travel now, when will we?

Now is the best time to get out there and explore the wonderful world around us; hop a plane, grab a bus, pack a backpack or stuff a suitcase. Go alone or take a friend. Take 10. Plan everything out or play it by ear. Travel next door or pick the furthest place on the map.

But do it NOW! Take the next step today, there is no better time like the present.

“The life you have led doesn’t need to be the only life you have.” – Anna Quindlen

This post is in collaboration with G Adventures. 

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