I’m 42 now (26 if anyone asks), and I’m in a point in my life where I’m happy. Just started a new job, which is challenging but which I’m enjoying. Kids are happy, hubby is happy, life is good, but I am always experiencing wanderlust.
Other than the obvious variation of the weather from Oz to the UK and the carefree, laidback beach living lifestyle, there’s one thing that’s altered more than any amount of sun, sand or bikini time. Me.
