Back in July/August 2016, we decided to go on a ‘holiday of a lifetime’ and go to Australia, where I have quite a lot of family, most of whom I’d either only met once or not at all. We flew via Hong Kong and Kuala Lumpur, partly because direct flights are more expensive and partly to see more of the world. Before my husband and I met I wasn’t very well travelled, although I had been lucky enough to go with my parents on their once in a lifetime trip to see family in Australia. My dad absolutely hates flying and travelling, so we’d had one 2 hour stopover in Singapore to get the whole thing over and done with as quickly as possible. Singapore airport was therefore the only place in Asia I had seen!
We both really enjoyed Hong Kong and Kuala Lumpur but we were really looking forward to Australia – the main event. At this point the only conversation we had ever had regarding moving was maybe we would move out of our local area and my husband had said that he had always wanted to live abroad – maybe we would retire to Madrid one day? It had been our favourite city so far.
We visited a few cities on our travels: Melbourne (where my family are located), Brisbane, Gold Coast and Sydney. It was when we were sat in a hotel room in Kangeroo Point when we both had our ‘let’s move to Melbourne’ moment. We loved Queensland but felt that it would he too hot, plus with the pull of our family down in Melbourne it made more sense to aim there. We also absolutely loved the city and could really see ourselves there. We looked up how to apply for a visa and the cogs started turning.