My bestie moved to London some number of years ago (we’ve had so many adventures together in between and Whatsapp on a daily basis so I forget the exact number). She quit her job in Perth, moved half her shit there and was unemployed for some 4 – 6 months. She spent pretty much her life savings trying to survive and in the end, it cost her her long-term relationship.
I wish Aussie life in London: Expectations v reality had been written when she needed it most. But whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger right?
Has there been a time when your expectations fell short?