The time went by quickly in the last few months. I still can't understand how September is already here to welcome my 20 months in Australia. However, that Saturday, in January 2013, is far away, even if it appears so close and recent.
I came Downunder with no expectations, without a specific target. I was only eager to start my dream: travelling and explore the world, challenging myself in a contest completely unfamiliar to me.
I was bored and sick of surviving day after day with a life which was different from the one I was expecting to; from an external point of view, I had everything or, at least, the necessary valuable things that make a standard person happy. Well, I wasn't.
When you are 27 years old and you feel that the place where you live, the job you have and the environment which surrounds you are still not enough, you need to consider other solutions, other ways. You need to steer yourself on a new track that might be insidious and impervious, but might be also plenty of opportunities.
I found out that my personal way to find them was called Australia. Actually, the choice of coming here was somewhat fortuitous. Apparently, obtaining a WHV (Working Holiday Visa) was easy, the Country was characterized by 365 sunny days and its beaches was pristine and amazing.
In hindsight, that choice was probably one of the best I've ever taken so far. Someone says "If it meant to be..": probably it was.
The first year everything was beautiful and spectacular. I found a job after a month and, even if I was working hard and, above all, I wasn't doing what I desired to, I was feeling to live a dream. New people, new cultures, new places to explore but also problems to tackle, new habits to deal with and brief periods of homesickness.
However, November came by incredibly fast and, after finishing the farm and been granted another year in Australia, I took off for a road trip month along the east coast with a friend. I came in Melbourne in December, two weeks before Christmas and few days before my flight to go back to Italy to spend the festivities with friends and family.
So unpredictably, during a classical Australian Christmas party I met the person who's changing my mind about the possibility to spend the rest of my life abroad and not in Italy anymore.
