I was once described by my collegue as the epidomy of Sydneysider. I still don’t know whether that was a compliment or insult.

Either way I’ve spent a very long time fantasising  about the great move to New York City – a move I’m sure most twenty-something girls the world over have all thought about post-Carrie Bradshaw. I’ve since realised that the fantasy is just that, a fantasy and that thinking smaller is probably much more realistic. But even more than that – I started to doubt whether I would actually be happy so far away anyway!

Enter Melbourne.

What started as whitty banter amongst my Melbourne workmates about joining them for longer than the overnight trips for meetings suddenly turned serious.

What feels like 2 weeks later, I was talking to real estate agents about renting my Sydney apartment, planning farewells and wondering how this ever actually happened!