This is probably one of my most confronting and raw blog posts to date. If you’ve been following my socials you would know that about a week ago I left Australia to move to the US indefinitely. While on paper it was a massive move, emotionally, I felt/continue to feel NOTHING.
It was the day. I’d N/A’d from work and after a restless sleep woke up before five. I was slightly jittery and my mind was spinning so thought I’d expel my energy with a calming workout – if it works for Khloe Kardashain, it works for me!
I remember crying during the middle of my US trip. Camp was a dream and as everyone was planning to return to camp the next summer – and as they all lived in the Northern Hemisphere, it was a piece of cake.
Since I was about 10 years old, I’d dreamed of moving to America. At that stage, it would still be another eight years before I’d pack my bags and scurry on over for the first time, but still I knew it was where I wanted to be.