When I hit the ripe old age of 25, I had what I like to refer to as my quarter life crisis. I loved my job as a travel coordinator and the travel perks that came with it, but I needed something more – I was craving adventure and excitement on a grander scale. So after much umming, ahhing and back and forthing I booked a one way flight to Australia (via Fiji and New Zealand, but those are stories for another day!), and got my Working Holiday Visa.
I’ve been back a couple of years now (although...Read More