So how did we get to this stage? How did we come to the potentially catastrophic decision of upping sticks and jumping on a plane with a 5-year-old to go and start a life on the other side of the planet when we have been together for less than 2 years and have no idea what to expect from it?

There are more than a few factors involved with a decision like this, but I think it all boils down to one simple question – why the f**k not?

I have been working as a graphic designer/ printer for the last 10 years and have constantly been reading online about people that do this sort of thing and thought to myself ‘well if they can, I can’. I kind of assumed that one day I would do something a bit silly like this but thought that it would come eventually, and I would go with the flow. I thought that one day something would come up and I would break the cycle of a long commute and a desk job that doesn’t especially challenge me (sorry dad). I thought that I would have an offer of some sort and things will work out just fine.

But at the end of the day it’s not that simple. My job in design is ok. The salary is ok. I can afford an ok car. An ok place to live – it’s all ok. No need to change anything, right?

If you’re reading this from a desk job in an office somewhere right now (and your salary is ok), pause, get up, have a yawn or whatever and move your body before you sit again as I have a habit of rambling on – my apologies. Or if you’re reading this on an iPhone screen whilst topping up the tan on a poolside lounger then cheers – hope you’re having a good one. The power of the internet never ceases to amaze me, and I have no idea who this is aimed at or where this blog is going but I hope wherever or whoever you are, you can in some way take something from reading our stories of ups and downs and just have a little think about things in a different way maybe.

We as humans have the ability to drift. It’s a cliché but I remember turning 20 as if it was yesterday. Shit. I’m 30. What the, where, how?  I honestly have no idea. That’s not to say the last 10 years has been a waste. Something needs to happen. Not entirely sure what, but something big. This whole move thing seems big. Big enough to shake things up surely.

There is comfort in familiarity. Familiarity breeds contempt. I don’t doubt this for a second. We can dream to do things – to pack up and run away for a land far away but often find ourselves coming across hurdles. We will find excuses to not do this thing. We can always think of more reasons why not to do something than reasons why. More often than not in life, when confronted by an opportunity of a life changing decision, we over think it and convince ourselves not to take that opportunity. This feeling is then followed by a sense of self-justification. We go through the thought process of telling ourselves ‘it was for the best’, or ‘the time wasn’t right’. I’ve lost count of how many times I have done this in my life. Laziness perhaps? After all the self-convincing that we have made the right decision to play it safe and not make this change, we are left with an overwhelming sense of disappointment. Not the disappointment we want to talk about. We justify our decision with others and they agree with it. We can take some comfort in this. But then we lie in bed at night wondering. Just wondering about the what if’s and the maybes. It haunts us. I heard somewhere a phrase “Don’t be haunted by a path not travelled”. It’s profound right? Really deep stuff. Joking aside it does offer us something. It’s a kind of warning to ourselves.

Take heed of this warning before it’s too late.

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