6 Apr 2014

The Second Six Month Mark

In a couple of weeks' time I'll have been back in the UK for six months.  I can't believe how quickly it's gone.  I still feel like I stepped off the plane yesterday, I still miss Melbourne so much it physically hurts and I still feel like I'm 'just visiting' the UK.  Travelling is amazing, it's the best thing I've ever done and I'm excited for when I start planning another trip whenever that may be.  The experience of coming home however, is one very strange thing to go through.


It's hard.  When I was living in Melbourne it was so easy to think of the things I missed about the UK.  But now that I'm back it seems almost impossible to focus on those good things, all I can see is all the things I didn't miss.  Maybe I'm just not meant to live in England, or maybe it just takes a long time to settle back in.

Who says Manchester is always grey?!

Strange transition periods aside however, I came home with a purpose.  I have the intent of working towards goals that previously I've continuously put off, due to lack of motivation, confidence but mostly due to a desire to go backpacking instead.

Beautiful Peak District

Although things haven't gone at all to the plan I had in mind, I've found invaluable opportunities here in the UK that I wouldn't have in Australia.  I love life for this.  Things don't happen as you expect, but in my experience they always work out for the best - as long as you go with your gut.  

London art
As horribly cheesy as this sounds, I like to see life as a journey.  That way I never feel like I'm permanently staying anywhere (which suits me just fine), and I also find it easier to apply a positive attitude to things in the UK like I did during my time in lovely old Melbourne.  When you are aware that something is temporary, you make the most of the moment you're in.  I personally find that's the happiest way to live.

Read my six month mark post in Melbourne this time last year, here.