In 2017, I was dreaming of Scotland. I was living in my home town of Canberra with my partner and our cat, working a job I found fulfilling but was also growing tired of and, like many twentysomethings, wondering if “this” was … it?
Staring down the barrel of the rest of our lives, working full-time office jobs and punctuating the week with a few dinners out or the odd weekend away, we felt as though we were in a rut. So we embarked on a great Australian tradition: picking up sticks and flying to the UK.
