TheTravellingMadwife

Its been over a year since I last posted a Blog and its back by popular demand……ive got to give the fans what they want 😉

So here goes. Where to start? Lots has changed in the last 12 months, most obviously, the hemisphere that I’m in. Yes, I have FINALLY made it to Australia, Melbourne to be precise. Where I am now working as a midwife. I’m not gonna bore you with the last 12 months or the journey to get here (I will do a specific blog about how to get here, for any budding midwives out there who wanna come to Aus).

I’ll just start at the beginning of this crazy adventure to the other side (literally) of the planet we call earth!!!!

WAR! I’m not even joking, that’s where it all started. I’ll set the scene……….

I’m having a lovely final brunch with my beautiful friend Becca and I check in to my flight which leaves in 36 hours, as im checking in, the sight keeps freezing and reloading, i’m thinking it’s just my 5G (which never bloody works) and that it’ll get better in a bit. A little while later I get a notification that Qatari air space is closed. Sorry, What?? Im flying via Doha, how and why is it closed? Literally as i’m reading this notification I get a phone call from my lifelong friend Ste who lives in Dubai (and NEVER randomly rings me) who informs me that a flipping war has indeed broke out and there’s not a chance im flying via Doha! Are you kidding me!!!! I cannot believe this is happening. BUT…..in the grand scheme of things my flight being cancelled is NOTHING in comparison to war, so I had a little word with myself and, whilst adopting my new Aussie attitude to everything, I just thought fuck it, ill get there when I’m meant to get there.

So cut to a few days later, ive got a new flight, I leave 48 hours later than I should have and I’m flying via Hong Kong instead, from Heathrow so also got to add a train into the mix. But hey ho, again, its better than getting shot out of the sky…….

Travel day arrives. Im all packed, which is shocking cos im the Queen of last minute (thanks again for that Emma). My train leaves at 12ish and my brilliant friend Laura is taking me to the station, Cool. So all I have to do is say goodbye to Matt!!!!!!! Cool. Cool, Cool, Cool. COOL!! This’ll be easy………..

I spent the whole morning loitering around him, making pointless conversation. I just didnt want it to be 12 but I also did. Its a very strange feeling when you are so excited to leave somewhere but absolutely devestated to leave the people behind. Matt was the hardest but that does not mean that anyone else has been easy to say goodbye to. Far from it.

Its 12! Laura is on her way! Its time! Time to say goodbye! Im anxious AF! Ive gone quiet! I can feel the tears coming and my stomach is in knots! He helps me carry my bags down the stairs! Laura arrives! He gets my bags in the car! He says……….’Bye then’……….he very nearly didnt even hug me. And then he told me to stop being soppy and stop crying and that its not like im never gonna see him again. He is so bloody matter of fact that it literally stops my tears! He cares, obviously he cares, but he is going to be fine. He knows it and now I know it. I can go and he will be absolutely fine. Won’t he????