When I left for Australia, armed with a working holiday visa, my intention was to find work within a month, work for about five months, then travel the rest of the country for a month or two. With this in mind, a lot of my time Down Under was spent job hunting and training.
For this reason, even though I spent a whole month in Oz, it doesn’t seem like I did a lot. But no worries, I still got around! Browse my photo albums below for proof (winky face).
Noosa National Park
Thinking of finding work elsewhere, I made my way to Byron Bay, but it didn’t have the atmosphere I was looking for so I moved on.
I might have been happy here, working as a fruit picker on a farm, but I wasn’t able to find a job so I returned to Brisbane.
Leaving Australia was completely unexpected. I had just passed Australia’s one-day Responsible Service of Alcohol course in Brisbane. It hadn’t taken me long at all to find a job, and I was set to head into the north of Queensland, where I would work tending bar. But things had changed back home. For the first time in my life, I had to consider someone other than myself in making a decision — Marc.
He and I had only been together for about two months when I left for Australia. My one-way flight Down Under had been booked for a week when we started dating, but by the time I boarded the plane, we were already inseparable.
While I was away, Marc went through some trying times. He told me over Skype that it would help him get through it all if I was there with him. I took a gamble and bet on a future with Marc. So, the same day I should have ridden the bus into the Outback, I instead caught a plane to return home.
Five years later, it looks like I made the right choice!