The place I choose to live must have beach; must have good food - seafood and steaks and good happy salads; must be at least in part a bit cosmopolitan as I couldn't live without some good pubs and clubs nearby. Not so expensive that I have to compromise and live a hike from the waves - I want to see them. So I'm moving (back) to Australia.
This is what I want to wake up to:
or this....
And it's possible ... it just means that I have to gun for a promotion when I take my first job there. When considering my options moving to the beach, I considered taking a sideways step careerwise, just to put my foot in the door ... and even a step backwards just to ensure I can get an income. But NO, if I stayed in London I am ready for promotion and would be taking a new job any time soon (despite the economy) ... so I will insist on nothing less in this move. Dreamlined. Costed. Possible.
And what's the worse that can happen? I might end up dossing in Mum's spare room until I can find suitable employment, but I don't think that will happen. Positivity breeds success. And I'm feeling great.
I resigned. I have a 12 week notice period to serve in London.
I have 46 days left before I fly out. The countdown has begun.
(and for the 4HB followers - the lifestyle works - I have the beach body - now just need the beach -updates on the meal plans and exercise over the next few posts)
(and for the 4HWW followers - my plan is not yet 4H - but that's OK - I'm working on it)
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