Why I Moved To Australia
It has been 7 months since I packed a bag and moved myself over from the good ole’ US of A to the other side of the world down under; Australia. It still doesn’t fail that I am often met with questions on my decision to move here. But… why? Do you have family there? Did you meet a boy? Why would you move so far away? The US has beaches. *sigh*
I mean, I get it. It isn’t exactly like I’m moving to the other side of the country, I’m literally moving to the other side of the world. When I really think about it and the 20+ hour flight it would take to get home, I start understanding. It’s not exactly easy to get to. But the distance isn’t why I chose it.
The truth is that I fell in love with this country. From the moment I visited in 2016, I knew I wanted to come back. The beaches, the people, everything pulled me in. It felt like home. And after traveling up the East Coast for six weeks I knew I had to come back. In fact, I applied for my visa during my layover in Malaysia on my way to Thailand.
It’s funny, when I was younger I remember thinking I didn’t want to move somewhere hot. I was sick of the heat in Texas and I wanted to move to the mountains, somewhere cold. Yet, love always takes you by surprise, doesn’t it? It never comes in the form you are expecting. It finds you where you least expect it and leaves you breathless. It changes all of your plans and makes you do crazy things.
So maybe my parents’ biggest fear when I first visited Australia in 2016 came true. I fell in love. Not with a boy. Not even slightly. But with this absolutely stunning country.