Hello ether!

If you followed me a while ago, then you may or may not remember that I was living in Scotland (originally from Australia), doing bits travel here and there, and enjoying my Scottish life. Since then, I sort of fell down a bit of hole and was finding it hard to gather my thoughts for day-to-day interactions, let alone actually writing them down to share.

After 3 wonderful years in Scotland, Simon and I moved to London where we lived in a one-bedroom garden flat in Brixton. I had always wanted to live in London so it felt like a dream come true, but quickly I began to realise how hard London living truly was. I worked for a year as a copywriter for a craft company, while Simon managed his own team of graphic designers and web developers.

After a year we bought a van and said goodbye to London and hello to the open road. Sure, I could have been like other bloggers and shared this van-living adventure with you. But I didn’t feel ready. I still felt pretty trapped in my own negative thoughts even though living in a van was the best decision I feel like I’ve ever made.

After almost a year in the van brings us to March 2020, when I think we all know what happened. The worldwide pandemic was declared and Simon and I had to decide whether we should stay in Europe and wait it out, or fly home to Australia. If you’re new here or you simply don’t remember, I have a chronic illness so I was very concerned about what getting the virus would do to my body. Especially considering I am sick with a chronic illness in the first place after getting sick with a minor virus.

So we chose the latter, and almost 3 YEARS on, I am sitting on my parents’ farm in Tasmania, figuring out what is next for me. We managed to ship our beloved van Audrey to Australia (do no recommend), and we are in the process of changing her fitout. We did a little bit of travel. A trip to Uluru, which I may or may not write about (it didn’t end so great).

I have friends and family ask me what my plans are next, and I have to tell them that I don’t know. At this point in my life, I always thought I’d be married with children, and working in my own bakery. Now, I know what it’s like to have a lot of plans and have those plans drastically change for whatever reason. It’s happened to me a lot, and it always throws me into a bad depression that seems to take forever to ease.

Now, I’m loosely planning and dreaming, and just enjoying things as they come. I’m trying to anyway. I think I’ll always be restless and wanting to move to the next place. I think I’ll always crave those adventures that light me up inside. For now, I’m going to try and recount some of my stories, and share some new ones as I go.

Stick around if you want to hear some more of my ramblings!

Love,
Meg