Shit Just Got Real

A few months ago I wrote a post about how I wanted to move to London. Guess what?

We’re doing it!


Now, this wasn’t an easy process to go through. We had our wedding in June, which came with a load of pressure and stress from planning our big day. Although we’d previously decided that we wanted to go overseas, we fell in love with some house plans and got ourselves seriously sidetracked – perhaps this can be referred to as good ol’ fashioned procrastination? Eeek.

We somehow found ourselves signed up with a local building company, we’d picked our plot of land, selected all of the things we wanted in our dream house, we told everyone that we were building a house and we even paid a deposit. What the hell, right? We were really slipping into the married life cliché that we wanted to avoid and the plans to travel were rapidly disappearing out of our minds. 

Fast forward to August. Our quote for the build came back at Five. Hundred. Thousand. Dollars. In short; we noped the fuck out after we calculated that our mortgage repayments/house expenses would be $1100 a fortnight for the next 30 years. Sure, we’re fortunate enough that we could afford it in our current situation, but we’d never be able to have kids or take a holiday without seriously struggling to stay afloat. That’s not the kind of life I want to live and it definitely doesn’t align with my desire to explore the world. 

After we recovered from the near death experience of $500,000 in debt, we jumped online and literally brought the latest possible flights to London for 2018 that we could. Remember that indecisive shit that I do? I didn’t wanna risk ANOTHER change of mind and having yet another plan that we’d never follow through with. We’re now $2500 deep in airfares so theoretically there’s no turning back.

Where to from here? Well, we’re almost finished with those pesky renovations that we’ve been struggling to complete and we’re going to rent our house out as soon as they’re done. We’re moving into Todd’s mums house so that we can save as much cash as we can until we leave NZ (keep an eye out for a post about our budget and savings plan) and my Dad has offered to care for the dogs while we’re away. I’m becoming an expert lurker on all things London related, Kiwis in London/Kiwis in London Chat are possibly my most visited Facebook pages and r/London keeps me in awe most nights.  I have to keep a very exciting secret from my colleagues and employer which I can’t let slip for another 8 months or so. 

It’s all getting very real and extremely scary. 

If you’ve made the leap I’d love to hear your thoughts on savings, job opportunities and any regrets you may have. Did it all work out for you?

Shayla xx

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Finding love in questionable places

Todd and I have been together for a little over 2 years. He’s a few years older than me (he’s 26, I’m 23) and our friend circles have always intertwined. I actually dated one of his mates in high school for 3 years and if you had told 16 year old Shayla that she’d end up with Todd, she would’ve told you to piss off with your ridiculous ideas. I always thought he was way outta my league.

It all started when I took him up on his offer to drink at his mates place one hungover Sunday afternoon in June 2014. I’d just got back from a festival, felt worse for wear and my flatmates were fucking me off so I figured – why not?

I rocked up around 5pm and after a wee bit of awkwardness, we were sitting on a couch in his mates garage sharing stories, reminiscing and joking with each other. He lived in Wellington and was studying down there and I was just about to start a new job in Wanganui. It was all just harmless banter in my eyes because I thought I would never stand a chance with him. One thing led to another and he ended up coming home with me (drunk Shayla clearly charmed his socks off). The next morning we were both extremely hungover so we decided to get a bucket of KFC to eat in bed while watching Disney movies. Everything about him just felt right. Kfry in bed is seriously the way to my heart.

Todd went back to Wellington and I carried on doing my thing but it was too late.. We had started something that neither of us could quit. Fast forward 2 years and we own a house together, co-parent two labradors and are in the process of planning the wedding of our dreams. As ridiculous as it sounds I genuinely found love in a seedy garage, while smashing back a box of vodka cruisers.  How about that modern romance, huh?

Moral of the story: If someone you sorta find attractive invites you somewhere that is a little bit outside of your comfort zone – take the risk. You never know where it might take you.

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We’re a classy duo. I still can’t believe I get to marry this man.