I grew up in a small town of 10,000 people in Northern Australia. Remote, personal and secure.
From my hometown I moved to a mountain town in North America of roughly the same population> to the Sunshine Coast in Queensland Australia, slightly more densely populated> onto a mountain town of roughly 15,000 on the south island of New Zealand> to a town on the coast of Western Australia that was a bit smaller than my last destination. Therefore have never lived anywhere with 30,000+ people living in the same area. Then we decided to move to Brisbane…
It was hard. I’d consider myself quite an easily adaptable person. I love meeting new people, seeing new areas and changing up my work places. We signed a lease for a one bedroom apartment in central Brisbane and this in itself I had never experienced. I’ve always rented rooms from friends, friends of friends etc. And always off the books. I felt a bit stuck and obligated to stay in one area for a certain amount of time, as I’ve always had the freedom to pickup and leave whenever I felt like it. I made heaps of friends at my new workplace but I was worth more than the pay and I felt anxious going- again have never struggled with anxiety until, you guessed it… moving to the big smoke.
The first three months I had heaps of adjusting to do. Not having housemates to come home to. My partner was working away again so not being able to see him during the week and once again being away from my family, as I’d probably seen them more than ever in mid/late 2019. Going to be honest here and I know a lot of other ‘travellers’ will pick up what I’m putting down. Being away from my family for a few years and not seeing them face to face I guess I was used to the distance as such, and keeping in mind my fam are legends when it comes to communication/visiting me wherever I am in the world. They’re never not putting in the effort and I’d like to think it’s reciprocal. But after seeing my sister get married, my dad for fathers day for the first time in maybe three years, my brothers both turning ‘legal’ and seeing them in between holidays I started to realise what I was missing out on and had to get used to being away from them once again. Sidenote: 100% my choice, not having a pity party.
It’s funny with age how we really start to prioritise what’s important. I’ve always loved my family but have never felt that strong desire to spend 24/7 with them and I’m sure they feel the same. As I’m getting older though, (lol ripe age of 24) I find myself appreciating them so much more. Probably more than I ever have. And I think that’s beautiful. Its also beautiful having a family that supports your decisions to move around constantly and live the life you want to live. Maybe they prefer it this way… I joke.
I obviously considered going home many times. Three months in though something clicked. I really started to enjoy being in the city. Not that I didn’t try to enjoy it prior, but I think it just took time. I joined a gym that I loved, made even more mates, left my job and did something different. Going to say though that moving metropolitan was my hardest move to date. The noise that a city creates, the ambulances, air pollution, seeing SO many different faces on a daily basis. I just felt on edge constantly. If you’ve just moved to a city and are struggling I FEEL YOU. It is definitely not the most natural way of living nor something humans should be used to. Being surrounded by buildings, excess light pollution and the concrete to grass ratio. But I am such an advocate for change also. I live for it. And I do think that we cant knock these things before we try them. I feel stronger for staying and i’m so glad I stuck it out. I have just moved into a gorrrrrrgeous two bedroom apartment in a new area with my boyfriend + bestfriend, started hairdressing again at a salon that I love, have a great group of humans around me(really really great) and im feeling happy, healthy, good in my own skin and best of all- not anxious.
I never thought I’d be saying this but I LOVE Brisbane and am really enjoying being here- for now 🙂 Good things really do take time and we need to be patient with ourselves. Nothing lasts forever and we always have the power to make change/different choices in any given situation.
The convenience of this city, the beautiful gardens and produce markets, the array of jobs on offer(pre covid), having an airport close by(again, pre covid this was helpful lol), the different cuisines, selection of transport options, so many new friends to make and you knew I was going to say it *cough* Uber eats. I’m enjoying it. Can’t say I’ll spend the rest of my life here, never say never though right? Its home for now.
Now for the Covid cases to completely minimise(we are doing really well in Australia) so that we can get out and explore more of our own backyards!
One piece of advise from me though would just be give it a go. What do you have to lose, really? I think we always gain something from moving to different areas. Places to explore and contacts to meet. Plus we learn so much about ourselves.
What advice would you give to someone when they’re moving somewhere new? Tips? How long would you stay before you picked up and took off again? This isn’t really a travel related blog as I feel semi uninspired due to not being able to book/plan anything right now but it feels almost therapeutic for me to type out. So I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it 🙂 Alllllllllllllll of my L O V E x