How to Quit Your Job & Move to the Other Side of the World
Is there ever a right way for a girl to quit her job, pack up her life in one city and move to the other side of the world? Well, that is what I am about to find out, just after I figure out how to fit a dozen pairs of shoes, a closet full of coats and the entire contents of my Sydney apartment into a strict 30kg luggage allowance. My name is Paige and I am a full-time twenty-something, university graduate with chocolate and ice cream shop experience, a 12 month internship turned account manager position at a hellish Sydney PR firm and most recently, three glorious years of publishing vibrator manuals and glamorous paid international travel with Australia’s most controversial lingerie brand. I’ve been writing this blog, Heaven on Bourke for almost four years. What started as an ode to Sydney’s most fabulous Street and the life I one day hope to lead has transformed into a string of stories about men, one night stands, vaginal flatulence and share house nightmares.
This lifestyle blog has grown and evolved as I have learnt to navigate the winding streets of Sydney in a pair of red soles. The reality is however, that those Louboutins cost me two weeks rent and have only been worn in the confines of my heavily padded lounge room with a glass of wine in hand. I recently discovered that there’s more to life than pretending you have it all. Especially when getting drunk with girlfriends on cheap wine, sleeping with inadequate men, binge eating Thai food and having far less than you wish you had is the most fun a single girl can have. That is why you’re likely to find a whole lot more honesty here than on any other fashion, fitness or beauty website in the bloggersphere.
As I hide out at my parents house in Noosa waiting for my departure date I can safely say that the only way to move to the other side of the world is to jump and try not to vomit on yourself in the process. The fear, the anxiety and the nerves are real but like the feeling you experience on the lead up to a first date the rewards you can gain by trying something new, no matter how scary, can be oh so fucking great.
In 10 days I will leave behind everything I know to move to London where my only real plan is to ‘make it’ – whatever that means. Like my time in Sydney I plan to create the most wild and honest memories that will quickly transpire into stories in this digital diary. In the posts that follow I will strive to explain the most important lessons of moving cities, almost like the guide I wish I had when I left home at 17.
My first real London moving post (to be published here on Wednesday) will outline everything you need to take the first step! From applying for a visa to dealing with flight anxiety and of course the trepidation that comes with leaving everything you know in order to pursue your dreams.
If live broadcasting is more your thing then you can now follow me on Snapchat or Insta stories (@heavenonbourke). Warning: There will be crying at the airport, comfort eating and generally a lot of life pondering. OH! and I make a lot of paleo food because I have IBS. Enough said.
My goal right now is to run fearlessly into the next chapter of my life even if I feel like a) vomiting b) shitting my pants or c) flailing hopelessly towards the closest tub of Ben & Jerry’s.
I hope you find something during this journey that you can relate to, as that is my goal above everything else – to find the beauty and humour in all of the silly insecurities that come with being a girl.
As always, thank you for reading!
Lots of love,