Both my nearest and dearest and readers of this blog will know all-too-well of my love for the land down under. My time here has had been anything but smooth-sailing, but despite it all; the heartaches, the humiliations, the horrible bosses and the homesickness, my love for Sydney – and my home in Bondi – rarely falters.
I’ve blogged previously about the visa issues I’ve faced of late, and while my initial plan had been to apply for the partner visa with my boyfriend on returning to Sydney from Bali, due to the fact that we’d been apart for 3 months instead of the planned 3 weeks, we made the decision to wait until we’ve been together for a year to ensure our application is watertight.
And so, with another three months ahead of us before being able to apply for defacto, we’ve decided now is the time to seize the metaphoric day and head off on adventures anew – and this time we’re moving to Hollywood. My boyfriend is a dancer and wants to suss out the Hollywood scene, and given that I’m not able to work in Australia, it makes sense – not least from a financial perspective – for me to go too.
I’ve had a long-held love affair with America since my younger years when I grew up reading The Babysitter Club books, Nancy Drews and Point Horrors a-plenty, and as the day we depart draws ever near, both my excitement and apprehension is building. If nothing else, this year has taught me to accept change, to embrace adventure and that the only true certainly in life is that life is uncertain.
And so, as I begin to pack my bags and ready my room before setting sail for LA, I’m looking forward to seeing what State-side life has to offer. I’ll be doing some further yoga teacher training at Wanderlust in Hollywood, raiding the city’s best bookshops for unread treasures, and will be exchanging my morning coastal walks along the beach for hiking in the Hollywood hills.
While I’m looking forward to moving to Hollywood, I’ll be counting down the days until I can return to Sydney and make it my home once more. The homesickness will never not be heartbreaking; the distance from friends and family in the UK will never be easy, but however much the past twenty months have tested me, however bumpy a ride it’s been, Sydney, I’ve always been sure of.
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