So… you return from a massive adventure around the world where you lived on exotic beaches, drank cheap whiskey by the (literal) bucket loads, and explored new exciting cities, meeting and greeting new faces constantly. Then you return to a cold and miserable British summer where unemployment is sky high and you need to search under the sofa cushions just to scrape together a bus fare. It sucks.
Jaclyn’s article of how to preoccupy your time on a return was really helpful and ensured me to get proactive (sold muchos possessions on eBay once I realised how many clothes weren’t missed while I was away), traveled to other cities to visit and catch up with old University friends, ventured to the Cornish coast for my 22nd birthday…but before I knew it I had bought a year working visa in Australia and hustled numerous travel agents for the cheapest one way ticket to Melbourne. I leave in two days- *GULP*


If I stayed in England, I knew I would get tied down to a particular city depending on available jobs. And lets face it, in today’s economic climate if you get a job you cling on for dear life and battle off all those new graduates being churned out of the universities. I’m not ready to stay put in my home country yet!

The trick is to not over-think or I will end up freaking myself out. I have an obscene amount of family who reside in Melbourne so it is not like I am fully venturing into a city of strangers, and there are also people who I met along my travels who live there. The thought of going out there is pretty terrifying as my plan goes as far as: find a job, find a flat-share. At least I’ll be able to tick ‘live in a different country for a year’ off my ‘list of things to do before I’m 30’.

So again, off I trot alone as far away from home as you can get on a plane. Except this time replace a backpack with a suitcase on wheels that contains my life (mainly clothes), a carry-on case stuffed with my laptop and jewelery with an aim to settle in a city to live a life. My first time earning to live without the heavy threat of essay deadlines/project research looming over me… on top of a new city/country. My survival is currently questionable. I’m just glad that Aussies and Brits speak the same language, just need to find out what a ‘bogan’ is and what kangaroo tastes like…
Who knows how I’ll like it or how I’ll adjust to this massive change without my team of friends and immediate family backing me. Just don’t be afraid to take a leap of faith as you’ve only got one life, so grab it by the scruff of its neck and see where it can take you.

My mantra is “Everything will be o.k. in the end. If it’s not o.k., then it’s not the end.”


Sophie Saint was one of the original travelettes, from 2009 – 2017. After fleeing the UK with ink barely dry on her graduation certificate, she traversed the world with a backpack and spent a few years living in Melbourne – one of her favourite cities in the world.

She finally returned to the UK after a few years where she now whiles time away zipping off for European escapes, crocheting and daydreaming of owning her own hostel somewhere hot to live out eternal summers. See what she’s up to over on her blog and instagram: @saintsonaplane