So here’s the thing.
On my half birthday I made a decision. I took a step forward.
With six months left in my twenties, I applied for my visa to move to Australia.
It’s been my dream for over half of my life. This is it. This is the year. It’s time.
Fast forward a few days, and I am sitting on a plane waiting to travel to Dallas for Galentines. I check my email and there it is. The good news I was hoping for.
My visa has been approved.
I move in six months.